Youthful Expression
A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics


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The taste of nothing, this does something
Moms that knows that, says I'm fronting
Call me Smiley, 'cause I'm wiley
Living life like the life of Riley
Smoking blunts with a boy named Bud
We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud
Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water
You know you ought of
Dance to this, your girl you kiss
I like fried foods, especially fish
Afrocentric, I'm electric
Socialistic and eccentric
Body's healthy, mind is wealthy
Thoughts, they flow, that will prepare me
To be a Native, get creative
Original and designative
Listen to the line that's playing
Listen hard to what Q's saying
Politicians are magicians
Make your vote, they hope your wishing
Ambiguous words, senseless verbs
They all amount to crap that's heard
Violent hip hop, money flip flops
Promoters won't book, but it still rocks
I'm a Zulu, yes, a true blue
Red Alert is with the poo-poo
Ozone layer, loses flavor
Here's the edge that you will savor

The economy, politics, police, everything
Except for the youth
But the youth about to come back

Alright, here they come
Uh oh, uh oh, uh!

With expressions and I'm guessing
19 years is a youthful lesson
Falling skies babe, open eyes babe
Can't you see what lays inside babe
Making mentions on this tension
Rhythmic loving, my profession
Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate
No banana, I ain't a primate
Ain't no soul glo, just an Afro
The head is bred to let the thoughts grow
Quest together, to lands of never
Sleet and snow and storms can't sever
Tribe is growing, never know when
For this time, six necks may show in
Dialogues have been accepted
Negatives have been rejected
That's the music, negro music
Is here for all, so you must choose it
Phonies fondle, watch it throttle
3-6-5 straight out the bottle
Busting caps, finger snaps
I prefer the second for ghetto tracks
Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me
Get the force like Wan Kenobi
Force his teaching, beats are screeching
Poly plateaus, we aim for reaching
Tribalization, freaks the nation
A mass of peers in celebration
Hopes been real high, since the knee high
Days of youth, feeling good and real spry
Avid combos, hear those bongos
Boom cacker boom, that's how they go
We ain't nomads, but we real glad
Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad
As a rhythm, have been given
Hurry up, become, we breaking out, out

With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel
Beyond existing forces of life
Basically, that Tribal
And if you want to get the rhythm




Then you have to join a Tribe
Word, peace

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to A Tribe Called Quest's song Youthful Expression touch upon a multitude of themes such as Afrocentrism, self-expression, politics, and the power of music. The song opens with a blunt reference to drug use and being carefree, but it also alludes to the judgment and disapproval of mothers who know the truth. The next verse reflects a desire for originality and creativity, which is characteristic of the hip hop genre. The song also touches on social and political issues such as politicians being magicians who aim to manipulate the voting populace and the damaging effects of human activities on the environment. The song also celebrates the power of music and its ability to unify people from different backgrounds.


The chorus of the song features a call and response that emphasizes the importance of youthful expression and the need to break out of existing forces of life to join a tribe that shares similar values.


The overall message of the song is one of hope and empowerment for young people to embrace their unique perspectives and use their voices to make a positive impact on their communities and society.


Line by Line Meaning

The taste of nothing, this does something
Even the absence of taste can have an impact


Moms that knows that, says I'm fronting
My mother sees through my façade


Call me Smiley, 'cause I'm wiley
Refer to me as Smiley because I'm clever


Living life like the life of Riley
Living luxuriously and carefree


Smoking blunts with a boy named Bud
Smoking marijuana with a friend named Bud


We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud
The smoking causes coughing and possible vomiting


Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water
Attempting to solve problems with inadequate solutions


You know you ought of
You should have already known


Dance to this, your girl you kiss
Dance to the music and embrace your significant other


I like fried foods, especially fish
I enjoy fried foods, particularly fish


Afrocentric, I'm electric
Proudly embracing African heritage and culture


Socialistic and eccentric
Having a non-conventional, unconventional perspective on societal structure and norms


Body's healthy, mind is wealthy
Taking care of the physical body and having a rich internal mentality


Thoughts, they flow, that will prepare me
Keeping an open, fluid mind to better handle the future


To be a Native, get creative
To be original and inventive


Original and designative
Both creative and original in thought


Listen to the line that's playing
Listen to the music that's being performed


Listen hard to what Q's saying
Pay close attention to what Q is expressing in the song


Politicians are magicians
Politicians have a talent for creating an illusion in the eyes of the public


Make your vote, they hope your wishing
They are looking for your vote so that they can gain power


Ambiguous words, senseless verbs
Vague language with little meaning


They all amount to crap that's heard
The words lack substance and are meaningless


Violent hip hop, money flip flops
Hip hop that is aggressive and profit-focused


Promoters won't book, but it still rocks
Despite limited opportunities to perform, the music is still impactful


I'm a Zulu, yes, a true blue
I am a member of the Zulu tribe and remain authentic and loyal to tradition


Red Alert is with the poo-poo
DJ Red Alert is unimpressed with what's going on


Ozone layer, loses flavor
The ozone layer is deteriorating


Here's the edge that you will savor
The aftermath of disaster may be oddly pleasing


The economy, politics, police, everything
Every aspect of society


Except for the youth
The young generation


But the youth about to come back
The youth are poised to make a significant impact


With expressions and I'm guessing
Using creativity to express oneself


19 years is a youthful lesson
The teenage years are a time to learn and grow


Falling skies babe, open eyes babe
The world can be a tumultuous place; stay vigilant


Can't you see what lays inside babe
Look beyond what's on the surface to find true value


Making mentions on this tension
Addressing the issues at hand


Rhythmic loving, my profession
Making music is what I do


Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate
Moving bodies with my rhymes


No banana, I ain't a primate
I am not a monkey


Ain't no soul glo, just an Afro
Not trying to be something I'm not, just flaunting my natural hair


The head is bred to let the thoughts grow
Encouraging a growth mindset


Quest together, to lands of never
Journeying with companions to unexplored territories


Sleet and snow and storms can't sever
Inclement weather can't stop our journey


Tribe is growing, never know when
Our group of likeminded individuals is expanding but the future is unknown


For this time, six necks may show in
Possibly six of us will show up in this space and time


Dialogues have been accepted
We are open to discussing different ideas


Negatives have been rejected
We refuse to focus on negative energy


That's the music, negro music
This is the unique sound of Black music


Is here for all, so you must choose it
Everyone should have access to this music, and choose to listen to it


Phonies fondle, watch it throttle
Fake people trying to pose and fit in, but failing


3-6-5 straight out the bottle
Drinking and partying every day of the year


Busting caps, finger snaps
The gun violence versus snapping fingers in a more peaceful manner


I prefer the second for ghetto tracks
I choose to focus on the positive, rather than glorifying violence


Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me
My friends and collaborators had this advice for me


Get the force like Wan Kenobi
Harness the power and strength of Star Wars character Obi-Wan Kenobi


Force his teaching, beats are screeching
Drawing inspiration from Kenobi's teachings and creating exciting music


Poly plateaus, we aim for reaching
We strive for creative and musical success


Tribalization, freaks the nation
Our unified and diverse group breaks societal norms


A mass of peers in celebration
We come together to celebrate our shared interests and talents


Hopes been real high, since the knee high
Our aspirations and expectations for success have been strong since childhood


Days of youth, feeling good and real spry
Our childhood and teenage years were full of energy and optimism


Avid combos, hear those bongos
Enthusiastic collaborations, with percussive instruments in the mix


Boom cacker boom, that's how they go
The sound of these drums is distinctive


We ain't nomads, but we real glad
We may not have a permanent home, but we are happy with our lifestyles


Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad
Hip hop is here to stay and will continue to dominate in the 90s


As a rhythm, have been given
Hip hop has a unique sound that has been bestowed upon it


Hurry up, become, we breaking out, out
Let's quickly make something of ourselves and break out into the world with our music


With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel
We have a natural ability to explore and create music


Beyond existing forces of life
Creating a sound that expands beyond the boundaries of reality


Basically, that Tribal
This is what makes our music unique and Tribal


And if you want to get the rhythm
If you want to understand our music


Then you have to join a Tribe
You must become part of our like-minded community


Word, peace
Okay, everything is good now. Peace out.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHN E DAVIS, MARVIN GAYE, MARVIN P GAYE, OLLIE SHAHEED JOE MOHAMAD, JAMES NYX

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