Biography:
Usually regarded as the greatest group in hip hop along with Wu-Tang Clan, A Tribe Called Quest is a hip-hop group formed in Queens, New York City in 1985. The group was composed of Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, and DJ Ali Shaheed Muhammad. A fourth member, Jarobi White, was an intermittent collaborator appearing on their first album, but he left the group soon after, although he is mentioned as a 'sometimes' member on their third album liner notes. Along with De La Soul and Jungle Brothers
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Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Song: We The People
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vO2Su3erRIA
BPM: 92
Tabbed by: aaron_wacker
[Intro]
G#m D#m G#m B
E E Bb D#m
G#m
[Verse 1]
D#m D#m
Ah Ah
G#m G#m
We don't believe you 'cause we the people
D#m D#m
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don't need you
E E
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
Cm E E E
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food, the ramen noodle
E B E B E
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we're liable to pull a juju
B B B B
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
E E E E
She don't love me, she make money, she don't study that
G#m G#m G#m G#m
She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
B B B B
She gon' take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
E E E E
The doors have signs with, don't try to rhyme with
B B B B
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
E E E E
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
B B B B
And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
E E E E
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
B B B B
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
E E E E
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
D D D D
Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
E E E E
Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Ain't settling because I ain't so bold
[Hook]
C#m C#m C#m C#m G#m G#m G#m G#m G#m
but ay, All you Black folks, you must go
E E E E G#m G#m G#m G#m G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E E E E G#m G#m G#m G#m G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E E E E D D D D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m G#m G#m G#m
So all you bad folks, you must go
[Bridge]
E E E E E
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
E E D D
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
D Cm Cm Cm
We're not just nigga rappers with the bars
D#m D#m G#m G#m
It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars
[Verse 2]
E E E E
You bastards overlooking street art
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
E E E E
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
D D D D
Fuck y'all know about true competition?
Bb Bb Bb Bb
That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'
D D D D
The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'
E E E E
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
E E E E
Boy, I tell you that's vision
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
E E E E
The Tribe be the best in they division
D D D D
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
E E E E
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
D D D D
Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
E E
Babylon, bloodclaat
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Two pon yuh headtop
[Hook]
E E Gm
All you Black folks, you must go
E E E G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E E E G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E E D D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m Cm
SSo all you bad folks, you must go
Cm
(Air raid siren 30 beats)
Song: We The People
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vO2Su3erRIA
BPM: 92
Tabbed by: aaron_wacker
[Intro]
G#m D#m G#m B
E E Bb D#m
G#m
[Verse 1]
D#m D#m
Ah Ah
G#m G#m
We don't believe you 'cause we the people
D#m D#m
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don't need you
E E
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
Cm E E E
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food, the ramen noodle
E B E B E
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we're liable to pull a juju
B B B B
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
E E E E
She don't love me, she make money, she don't study that
G#m G#m G#m G#m
She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
B B B B
She gon' take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
E E E E
The doors have signs with, don't try to rhyme with
B B B B
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
E E E E
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
B B B B
And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
E E E E
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
B B B B
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
E E E E
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
D D D D
Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
E E E E
Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Ain't settling because I ain't so bold
[Hook]
C#m C#m C#m C#m G#m G#m G#m G#m G#m
but ay, All you Black folks, you must go
E E E E G#m G#m G#m G#m G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E E E E G#m G#m G#m G#m G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E E E E D D D D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m G#m G#m G#m
So all you bad folks, you must go
[Bridge]
E E E E E
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
E E D D
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
D Cm Cm Cm
We're not just nigga rappers with the bars
D#m D#m G#m G#m
It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars
[Verse 2]
E E E E
You bastards overlooking street art
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
E E E E
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
D D D D
Fuck y'all know about true competition?
Bb Bb Bb Bb
That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'
D D D D
The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'
E E E E
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
E E E E
Boy, I tell you that's vision
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
E E E E
The Tribe be the best in they division
D D D D
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
E E E E
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
D D D D
Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
E E
Babylon, bloodclaat
G#m G#m G#m G#m
Two pon yuh headtop
[Hook]
E E Gm
All you Black folks, you must go
E E E G#m
All you Mexicans, you must go
E E E G#m
And all you poor folks, you must go
E E D D
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
C#m Cm
SSo all you bad folks, you must go
Cm
(Air raid siren 30 beats)
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