Tribes -

I ain’t got a, I ain’t got a, I ain’t got a, I ain’t got a

I ain’t got a title

I like the kids that name themselves, bombin'

Rollin' on Reds like jays from The Bible

Malachi up in the L

Oh lord, rockin' with love call it rose quartz

Raisin' the bar yea we hold court

I don’t think you wanna go north

Wear black like a sith with the Airforce

Next shoes I’ll probably cop will be a paranoia

I think the president likes war paintings Francisco Goya

Burn holes in the couch like the ozone

Split domes, get exposed, towed in a load zone

Lodestar gettin' back like phone home

Mixed bag of the runes and the old bones

Hold on boutta land at Logan

Young wolverine and my hands are swollen

Meditate with my hands wide open

My pad love lock like Gaia Theory

Makin' music all night with Syqe and Riqqy

E and I write rhymes like the next Ulysses

All ball, triple double, how you spell committee

Full blown, 98 tiger lillies

Secrets of the game and the keeper of the myth

See you and your tribe gettin' down to this shit

Secrets of the game and keeper of the myth

See you and your tribe gettin' down to this shit

Just ride for my tribe, die for my tribe, get get

Live with my tribe, vibe with my tribe ayy

Ride for my tribe, die for my tribe, get get

Live with my tribe, vibe with my tribe ayy

I ain’t got a bible…

But i’m writing my own in my head

So many greens might go left on a red, but the best of the best leaves me

restless instead

Pick on yourself with proverbial tweezers 'twas all fun and games ‘til we

invented leisure

Plentiful seasons, fast tech so we can slow your bleeding fix those who are

bent up or bad with our reason

WG riding dirty on the back roads, light travelers just grit and mics and

backbones

All black, constable of ravens, joe flacco

Whouda thought a group could be so cool without tobacco

Fast action we snap and it’s there

Surely motherfuckers know cause from the rafters they stare

I like a blast with a snare, my boys can see past the glare

So we propel into the void with all our smoke and our prayers

Secrets of the game and the keeper of the myth

See you and your tribe gettin' down to this shit

Secrets of the game and keeper of the myth

See you and your tribe gettin' down to this shit

Just ride for my tribe, die for my tribe, get get

Live with my tribe, vibe with my tribe ayy

Ride for my tribe, die for my tribe, get get

Live with my tribe, vibe with my tribe ayy

I ain’t got an idol

All these other guys, flat lines, same vitals

Imma sell a mixtape in vials

Revived on arrival with 413 dialed

Cat gettin' wet and it’s piranha

She says I get on her nirvana

Thin black tat with the head of the Sphinx

Don’t think, draw a card, pull the medicine of lynx

Secrets of the game and the keepers of the myth

See you and your tribe gettin' down to this shit, listen

Some tribes get murdered by the cops

And some tribes get away with rape, fuck Brock

And some tribes scared to walk alone tonight

Some tribes skip class and they pass the pipe

But if we pass the light and respect is paid

And we celebrate our differences not melt away

Then inclusion is closer to comin' alive

Have you ever seen a more beautiful tribe?

Tribe… tribe…tribe…