Chorus:
   We be the number one motivators
   Ghetto mentality and the innovators
   Some of y'all may really hate us
   But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock
  
   Phife:
   We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental
   Damagin your mental, from here to Sacramento
   This here groove was made for vintage freestylin
   Feelin like I'm chillin on a Caribbean island
   Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth
   A Tribe Called Quest, we representin up North
   What's that you're sayin in the back, actin all silly
   Kickin freestyle raps, rollin up phillies
  
   Q-Tip:
   It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe
   Now you get the picture like Picasso
   We make it happen when these niggaz start rappin
   Who this, captain?
   Stick out your hand, you gets no dap and..
   I got the Razor, got the Phife, I got the Shaheed
   Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed
   Blessin fans with autographs in my paths
   While other rappers get gassed, they be defeating the task
  
   Consequence:
   Yo, if I ruled the world
   It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggaz will make the light swirl
   Cuz after you G, ain't nuthin but Girl...Scouts
   And I'mma show you what it's all about(ah yeah)
   Is what you say when my love is in your mouth
   Without a doubt, I cut MCs like the cord
   Cuz I does more than that MC from The Lords
   While you be froggin like Bud-wei-ser
   And rappin is what you slackin in
   I'm knockin MCs outta action like abstinance
   Rockin since kiss my dick was kickin ass
   Peachfuzz, cuz...you might be on drugs
  
   chorus:
  
   Q-Tip:
   To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
   Motivate, I motivate
   To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand
   Motivate, I motivate y'all
  
   Consequence:
   A yo, I speak with something new but not Granddaddy I.U.
   Stay tuned, live from the L-B-Q
   A yo, it's destined St. John, I swing on your block
   You know how I get down like Heather B. with them glocks
   I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox
   Cuz heads ain't ready for the willie I got
   Ya naw'mean slim, I dug my thing like them grim
   Leavin crews in state of black and blue like Rakim
   And if you don't know, you better ask another
   It's like 192 when we rollin deep cover
   So don't shut down on the Razor
   Cuz in the 9-Live we steppin through hotter than the Trail Blazers
   And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean
   Son, I gotta team that Hakeem couldn't dream
   While you be standin sellin, Queens keep it live
   Who the hell you tellin (Kim from the Tribe)
  
   Phife:
   Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry
   Because all these so-called mutts are not seein me
   They too busy eatin cycles 1, 2 and 3
   They can't MC, I'd rather be down with fuckin Droopy D
   My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin know
   Been writin rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Radio
   You're style is played out like a two-tone down goose
   You couldn't Converse if you had fuckin react juice
   So hold your corner as I fuckin bless this mic in here
   I'm eatin through your crew like Stephen King's ankle layers
   Chop off my feet, word to God, I'm gonna hurt you
   (Will y'all fall off?) Will Laura fuck Urkel?
   Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma
   Kid, my shit's the bomb, ask my peeps from Oklahoma
  
   Q-Tip:
   To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
   Motivate, I motivate, I motivate y'all
   To all my people across the land who get stuck in great sand
   Motivate, I motivate y'all
   To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air
   Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate
   Can't do nuthin for your frontin, get involved and do somethin
   Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti...