Junkie Jungle - Lazy

A Tribe Called Quest - Excursions
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?"
Way that Bobby Brown is just ampin' like Michael
It's 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 truckload of black boom
Listen to the rhyme, then get a mental picture
Of this black man through black woman fixture
Why do I say that? 'Cause 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
Bona fide strong, you need leverage to sever
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit, called the jazz is
Delivering each year an LP filled with street goods
You can find it on the rack in your record store
If you get the record, say your thoughts are adored and appreciated