[Intro: Q-Tip]

So funky uh, hmmmmmm

So funky uh, I said hmmmmmm

So funky uh, I said hmmmmmm

So funky

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]

Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it

Emceein, see I got this in my spirit

I got verses like Mahalia singin' church hymns

So strap up because you skatin' on ice that's wild thin

A weak foundation doesn't make a good home

That's why mines is built on chrome microphones

We bout to do it theoretically, unsteadily, to the mede-ley

Come on

It's the complete Kamaal, unique, Fareed, breed

That'll keep you broke down like a Ross 5 speed

So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money

In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny

A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P

Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, and don't sleep

We got reality for the cabbage

Staying sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage

Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts

With the sustainer, it'll be real

So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build

Like Rampage with that Last Boy Scout appeal

We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel

That keeps everything on even keels

So all you slow brothas talkin' yang, ya poo-tang

Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang

[Verse 2: Consequence]

A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggas love static

Your rap's had it, braggin' more numbers than mathematics

I get brains on Craftmatics and leave your wet dreams shattered

That's the same guy be skeetin' in your mugshot

I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo-boos

The love shack is 1-9-2, my joint's smooth

To watch y'all niggas fall like Lin Que

I keep it brand new like school shoppin', it's on and poppin'

The club peep this nigga's steez like radars

You get laid off while I'll be gaming ghetto girl like 8-Off

The verdict's in, I be the Luke of Linden

Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin'

[Chorus: Q-Tip]

(Where ya at?) We seein' life for what it is

(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids

(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation

(Where ya at?)

[Verse 3: Phife Dawg]

Now, all that Glock totin' trash you talk, it won't prevail

It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail

I keeps it realer than the logo on milk

Denouncing tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk

That's the sound of the man getting yanked off the stage

Trying to front like he mad paid

Sucking so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane)

MCs are just givin' it all away (OK)

Who said him know about the Quest-like sound?

Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown)

I dedicate this to the posers that play hard

You wanna hear some rhymes, well then bring your bodyguard

So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display

Leaving all MCs in complete disarray

I beez a veteran MC, crushing crews for years

You frontin' hard when you softer than the Berenstain Bears

Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair"

'Fuck outta here, do I look like I care?

Come off my stage before I grab ya neck and handle ya

Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada

Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer

Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers

I'm cappin' hard cuz I got this rap shit sold

From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road

You know my steez, I treat hip-hop like a sport

Holdin' down fort up on Martinique Court like...

[Chorus: Q-Tip]

(Where ya at?) We seein' life for what it is

(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids

(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation

(Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation

(Where ya at?) Come on, come on

(Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together

(Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather

(Where ya at?)

[Outro: Q-Tip]

Uh, uh, mind power

Uh, uh, mind power

Uh, uh, mind power

Uh, uh, mind power

Uh, uh, mind power

Uh, uh, kickin' willie is good, all throughout your whole hood

But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all

Mind power