The Space Program
A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics


It's time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's get it together, come on, let's make it
Gotta make it to make it to make it to make it
To make something happen, to make something happen
To make something happen, let's make something happen

Word to Phife, we're gonna bring it to the overlord
Drinkin' Cisco chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin' on tour
'Cause we never bore, respond to the ready crowd's roar
And promoters try to hit us with the art of war
We about our business, we not quitters, not bullshitters, we deliver
We go get it, don't be bitter 'cause we not just niggas

Jarobi my fiber wove into different cloth
Ain't nothing forbidden this nigga get his written off
Hardest spit in the city y'all niggas spitting kitten soft
Confused and amazed shook up with your brain missing lost, they planning for our future
None of our people involved
Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off
Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov
Molotov the spaceship doors before that bitch is taking off
It always seems the poorest persons are people forsaken, dawg
No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons on the captain's log
They'd rather lead us to the grayest water poison, deadly smog
Mass un-blackening, it's happening, you feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing
What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going

Reputation ain't glowing, reparations ain't flowing
If you find yourself stuck in a creek, you better start rowing
Used to see the TV screen as the place I'd land my dream in
And the car stereo where they would promote the show
Optimistic little brother with a hope you know

There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here nigga
There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
There ain't a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck

Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day
All these happenings is circular, just happen different ways
And the president's refined, in her wings she's confined
With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine
Caroline ain't nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs
To the top of the State building claiming that the flag is mine
Now, people on top of people, feels like we can't breathe
Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we shouldn't leave
Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face
These notions and ideas and citizens live in space
I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all
Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall
Imagine for a second all the people are colored, please
Imagine for a second all the people in poverty
No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone
Think the ones who got it would even think to throw you a bone?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably no place to
Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude

Tryna go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen
Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Jarobi White, Malik Izaak Taylor

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DCee Musik

Awesome video to go out on a great note.

Thank you ATCQ for being the soundtrack of my life. Thanks for inspiring me to become a musician. Thanks for introducing Dilla into my life.

Overall, thank you for YOUR service.

ATCQ forever!

#RIP_Phife



Jam Ski

Epic it is, doubtlessly! ATCQ to its best & nearly fullest. Timeless in its own ways. Possibly even foreboding with those three most tragically-terrible words of this decade (RIP GF!), but Afrofuturist without the least of doubt.

An hommage this is to Sun Ra's "Space is the Place" [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCalqwsicls] with the "Overseer" being turned around and "black-cleansed" as well as all the other forward-looking African-Americans being featured in this singular piece, first and foremost Janelle Monáe et al.

This is not Jonzun Crew or Newcleus any longer, this has come down to real life. The clip already says it all:

"get up!" and/or

get a life! Breathe, liberate yourself by envisioning a future for you and yours - and march for it ... even if it means striding stars and stars beyond. Hark the "A8-57RCT's" words, sisters and brothers. ✊🏿



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Jarren Mckenna

I think A Tribe Called Quest should be inducted in the rock and roll hall of fame or any hall of fame. Do you agree ?

SuperObjector

WITHOUT A DOUBT…

Ariel Borrero

Yep

Landry Etoundi

I agree

Ter E Rucks

They will. But I think Kool and the Gang should be in the hall of fame

Thomas Lomax III

Hell yeah, they in my Hall of Fame

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Sepemn

This, and every other song by Tribe, shows how timeless they are. Truly ahead of their time. We don't deserve them, but we do need them.

M Richter

@FURIIOUSS 😂

marco bazan

Not ahead of their time it’s just that their sound has always been timeless

Jam Ski

By far, this is the very most I feel free to agree to in this thread. Massive big up, Sepemn Mr.

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