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    Back in the days when I was a teenager
    Before I had status and before I had a pager
    You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
    My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop
    I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles
    The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael
    Its all expected, things are for the looking
    If you got the money, Quest is for the booking
    Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
    Still got room on the truck, load the back boom
    Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture
    Of this black man, black woman venture
    Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man
    Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
    Planted on the ground, the act is so together
    Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever
    The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
    We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz
    You can find it on the rack in your record store(store)
    If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated
    Cuz we're ever so glad we made it
    We work hard, so we gotta thank God
    Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic
    If you gets drastic
    Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy
    If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
    All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)
    Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand
    That's the right hand, Black Man (man)
    Only if you was noted as my man (man)
    If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it
    If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it
    Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity
    Cuz we gotta strive for longevity
    If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?)
    A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)


    We gotta make moves
    Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X)

    You gotta be a winner all the time
    Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime
    With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks
    From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks
    Musically the Quest, is on the rise
    We on these Excursions so you must realize
    Hip hop continually, about the Zulu
    If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip
    So what could you do in the times which exist
    You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis
    But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk
    Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work
    Whatever it may be into this society
    Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me
    You must be honest and true to the next
    Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
    Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
    Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
    All it is, is the code of the streets
    So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats
    Beats that are hard, beats that are funky
    It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie
    What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere
    The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare

    Chorus (repeat until end)

    Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!)

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