t.r.i.b.e.
T.R.I.B.E. Lyrics


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( *conversation while Sicilian music plays in the background* )
[ The Godfather Rock TE ]
I want you to take this funk to America
[ Ganxta are?dd ]
But Godfather, James Brown said it gots to be funky!
[ The Godfather Rock TE ]
Well, take O.M.B. with you
[ VERSE 1: Ganxta are?dd ]
I'm a B.G., too young to be an O.G.
But all the O.G.'s who know me respect me
MC's be slippin, I should be sittin
And now I be hittin cause they just keep trippin
(Trippin) (trippin) (trippin)
We catch you trippin, trippin in the hood
You think your rap could hit me from the bottle
I think you have nothin to say but to follow
Follow the leader, I drink a liter
Of Miller, still be standin with the rap fever
Turn up the level, bust on the devil
This is your spot, pass me a shovel
Turn up the stereo, this is your burial
8 feet under, turn off the radio
In your tombstone you lay down alone
Like me, but I spray them on the microphone
Rappers, I ????, they try to bomb on us
Radios fear us, we're too predominous
It's for the culture, it's for the culture
It's for the culture, it's for the culture
It's for the culture, your lyrics, I told ya
I brings it to ya, a Boo-Yaa sculpture
Cause I know what a MC don't know
My lyrics locked down in the rap ????

[ all ]
T.R.I.B.E.
T.R.I.B.E.
T.R.I.B.E.
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

[ The Godfather Rock TE ]
Ain't we funky now?
Ain't we funky now?

[ VERSE 2: Ganxta are?dd ]
They threw away the key that unlocks my cell
But they failed, unloaded two shells, my record still sell
I ??? MC as if I was a swordsman
I got out, I was huntin for the warden
That's the way it is, that's the way I be
And if you didn't know, prison guards feel me
I'm Riddler [initial], my pen was behind bars
And when I get out you're gonna boom me in your car
Pump up the woofer, turn up the tweeter
O.M.B., bring on the bass beater

[ all ]
T.R.I.B.E.
T.R.I.B.E.
T.R.I.B.E.
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

[ The Godfather Rock TE ]
Ain't we funky now?
Ain't we funky now?

[ VERSE 3: Ganxta are?dd ]
Flip a you-turn, check out what I learned
The punk judge sentenced me a short term
In the pen again, rappin from the lock-in
And it's the lock-in messin up my head again
That's why servin time got me smokin punks
(To all you posses) 187 with the riot pump
I'm packin it, click-clackin it
If it's too long, then I sow the front off it
Don't like to show off, we might just let off
Check out the T.R.I.B.E., watch my boys go off
What a big mess, unfinished business
Riddler did it, who played the witness?
My old crimey sittin at the witness stand
He still the homie? Be a snitcher, smoke him, man
No mistakes allowed in the Boo-Yaa crowd
This is the streets, so referee, go on with the foul
You know what I'm sayin?
And with these lyrics I be sprayin
Turned state evidence, changed his identity
He got away, 187 to his family

[ all ]
T.R.I.B.E.
T.R.I.B.E.
T.R.I.B.E.
be -Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

[ Ganxta are?dd ]
Let's go home

[ The Godfather Rock TE ]
Ain't we funky now?
(Hell yeah!)
(Hell yeah!)
Ain't we funky now?
(Hell yeah!)
(Hell yeah!)

Told you my boys was funky (funky) (funky)

[ all ]
Hell yeah!
Hell yeah!

Hell yeah!
Hell yeah!

Hell to the muthafuckas

Hell yeah!
Hell yeah!
Hell to the muthafuckas

Hell yeah!
Hell yeah!
Hell to the muthafuckas

Hell yeah!
Hell yeah!
Hell to the muthafuckas

Hell to the muthafuckas

Hell to the muthafuckas
Hell to them other bustas

( *laughter* )
Hell yeah!
Bustas!




Yeah!
Boo-Yaa in the house

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of T.R.I.B.E.'s song "t.r.i.b.e." are an expression of the rap group's rebellious and defiant attitude towards their critics and the authorities that they feel are trying to hold them down. The first verse is performed by Ganxta are?dd, who describes himself as a B.G. (baby gangsta), too young to be an O.G. (original gangsta), but respected by the older gangstas who know him. He speaks about catching other MCs tripping and how they have nothing to say but to follow the leader. He also talks about being buried 8 feet under, but still standing with the rap fever. The chorus repeats the name of their group (T.R.I.B.E.).


The second verse continues the same theme of rebellion, with Ganxta are?dd singing about being in prison and continuing to rap, about being hunted by the warden, about pumping up the bass and bringing on the Riddler. The final verse, also performed by Ganxta are?dd, tells a story about serving time and getting into a fight with his old crime partner, who turned state's evidence and changed his identity to avoid prosecution. The verse is full of strong language and images of violence.


Overall, the song is a powerful statement of defiance and resistance against all the forces of authority that would try to hold T.R.I.B.E. down. The group's rebellious spirit shines through in the rawness of their lyrics, and the force of their music.


Line by Line Meaning

I want you to take this funk to America
The singer wants someone to bring their style of music to America.


But Godfather, James Brown said it gots to be funky!
Godfather is questioned about the style of the music they want to bring and they reference James Brown's rule about music being funky.


Well, take O.M.B. with you
The singer suggests taking O.M.B. with them.


I'm a B.G., too young to be an O.G.
The artist is a young member of their community, not yet able to be an official leader.


But all the O.G.'s who know me respect me
Even though the artist is not an O.G., they have gained the respect of those who are.


MC's be slippin, I should be sittin
The singer feels that other MCs are not performing well and that they should be the one in the spotlight.


And now I be hittin cause they just keep trippin
The singer is gaining popularity because other MCs are not performing well and their music is not well-received.


We catch you trippin, trippin in the hood
When someone is not performing well in the artist's community, they are called out for it.


You think your rap could hit me from the bottle
The artist thinks that others' music is not strong enough to impact them.


I think you have nothin to say but to follow
The artist believes that others' music is unoriginal and uninteresting.


Follow the leader, I drink a liter
The singer is leading the way and others should follow their innovative style.


Of Miller, still be standin with the rap fever
The artist is able to handle their alcohol and still be successful in the rap game.


Turn up the level, bust on the devil
The singer wants to increase the intensity of the music and take on any challenges or obstacles that come their way.


This is your spot, pass me a shovel
The singer is confident in their abilities and is ready to bury any competition that comes their way.


Turn up the stereo, this is your burial
The singer is so talented that others who compete against them will metaphorically 'die' in comparison.


8 feet under, turn off the radio
The artist is so talented that others should give up and not even try to compete with them anymore, as their music is sub-par compared to theirs.


In your tombstone you lay down alone
Others cannot compete with the artist and will eventually be forgotten while they continue to rise in popularity.


Like me, but I spray them on the microphone
The singer produces great music and sprinkles it everywhere, like spraying with a hose.


Rappers, I ????, they try to bomb on us
The singer is not sure what exactly other rappers are trying to do, but they are unsuccessful when trying to compete with them.


Radios fear us, we're too predominous
Radio stations do not want to play their music as they think it is too dominant and different from what is currently popular.


It's for the culture, it's for the culture
The artist is producing music that will uplift their community and preserve their culture.


Your lyrics, I told ya
The artist has already predicted and exposed what others will say in their lyrics.


I brings it to ya, a Boo-Yaa sculpture
The singer creates music that is a masterpiece, like a sculpture created by Boo-Yaa.


Cause I know what a MC don't know
The artist has talents and knowledge that other MCs lack.


My lyrics locked down in the rap ????
The singer's lyrics are locked secure and cannot be beaten by other musicians.


T.R.I.B.E.
The singer is referencing their group, T.R.I.B.E.


Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
The singer is promoting their group, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.


Ain't we funky now?
The artist is asking others if they can appreciate their funky music.


They threw away the key that unlocks my cell
The artist has been locked up in jail and they do not have the key to free themselves.


But they failed, unloaded two shells, my record still sell
Those who have imprisoned the singer have failed to take away their talent and their music continues to sell well.


I ??? MC as if I was a swordsman
The singer skillfully takes down other MCs like they are wielding a sword in combat.


I got out, I was huntin for the warden
The artist was released and is now trying to track down the person who imprisoned them.


That's the way it is, that's the way I be
The artist's way of life is being true to themselves and their community.


And if you didn't know, prison guards feel me
Even prison guards appreciate the artist's talent.


I'm Riddler [initial], my pen was behind bars
The singer's writing tool, their pen, was locked up with them while they were imprisoned.


And when I get out you're gonna boom me in your car
Others will enjoy the artist's music even more when they are released from prison.


Pump up the woofer, turn up the tweeter
Others should turn up the volume in their car sound system to fully appreciate the depth and range in the singer's music.


O.M.B., bring on the bass beater
O.M.B. should contribute their bass-heavy music to really amplify the singer's sound.


Flip a you-turn, check out what I learned
The singer is turning around and reflecting on what they have learned from their experiences.


The punk judge sentenced me a short term
The artist received a brief prison sentence from an unfair judge.


In the pen again, rappin from the lock-in
The artist is back in prison but continuing to produce music while locked up.


And it's the lock-in messin up my head again
The mental strain of being imprisoned is affecting the singer's mindset again.


That's why servin time got me smokin punks
The singer is so frustrated with being locked up that they need to vent their frustrations and take down others who are not talented.


(To all you posses) 187 with the riot pump
The artist is warning others that they will use violent force against any groups that try to compete with them.


I'm packin it, click-clackin it
The artist is armed and ready to defend themselves with their gun if needed.


If it's too long, then I sow the front off it
The artist is willing to modify their gun if it is too long and difficult to handle in certain situations.


Don't like to show off, we might just let off
The singer prefers to keep a low profile, but they will use their gun if necessary to protect their talent and reputation.


Check out the T.R.I.B.E., watch my boys go off
The artist wants others to appreciate T.R.I.B.E.'s music and watch their energy as they perform.


What a big mess, unfinished business
The singer is referencing the chaos that other groups have caused, and that there are still issues that need to be resolved in their community.


Riddler did it, who played the witness?
The singer accomplished something great, but others cannot figure out how they did it. They question who witnessed the event.


My old crimey sittin at the witness stand
Someone who the singer has committed crimes with in the past is testifying against them in court.


He still the homie? Be a snitcher, smoke him, man
The artist questions whether someone who was once a friend is still trustworthy, and suggests that they should be 'smoked out' if they are not.


No mistakes allowed in the Boo-Yaa crowd
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. members are urged to be precise and accurate in all they do, not allowing for any mistakes.


This is the streets, so referee, go on with the foul
The singer accepts that they are operating in a rough environment where 'fouls' and illegal moves may occur.


You know what I'm sayin?
The singer is confirming that their message is understood by their audience.


And with these lyrics I be sprayin
The artist is using their words to create impactful and influential music.


Turned state evidence, changed his identity
Someone who the artist knew changed their identity and testified as a state witness.


He got away, 187 to his family
The artist is suggesting that they used violent force against the witness's family in order to get revenge for his betrayal.


be -Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
The singer is promoting Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. once again.


Let's go home
The artist is ready to wrap up and end the performance.


(Hell yeah!)
An enthusiastic audience member shows their approval.


Told you my boys was funky (funky) (funky)
The singer is reminding the audience that their music is funky and enjoyable.


Hell yeah!
Another enthusiastic audience member shows their approval.


Hell to the muthafuckas
The artist is using strong language to further emphasize how great their music is.


Hell to them other bustas
The artist is insulting other musicians who cannot compare to their talent.


Bustas!
The singer uses this word once again to further insult others.


Yeah!
The singer is concluding their performance on a high note, feeling enthusiastic and victorious.


Boo-Yaa in the house
The artist is once again promoting their group, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., as they leave the stage.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BYRON M BYRD, STEVEN DANIELS-SILVA, DANNY DEVOUX, PAUL DEVOUX, JOE NICOLO, KYM YANCEY

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Worthy of it all

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Honor and strength
Unto our God
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Love unrestrained
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Love unrestrained
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Every tribe will see Your glory
Every nation bow before You
All our treasure turned to ashes
In the light of You
As we're singing
Holy is the Lord Almighty
Only You are worthy
Worthy of it all
Every tribe will see Your glory
Every nation bow before You, oooh
All our treasure turned to ashes
In the light of You, oh
As we're singing
Holy is the Lord Almighty
Only You are worthy
Worthy of it all
Praise and glory
Honor and strength
Unto our God
Unto our God
Matchless, endless
Love unrestrained
This is our God
Every tribe sing
Praise and glory
Honor and strength
Unto our God
Unto our God
Matchless, endless
Love unrestrained
This is our God
Every tribe sing
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
We sing
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
Oh-ohh
There is no one like our God
(No one)
There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God
Wala kang katulad O Diyos
Wala kang katulad O Diyos
No hay nadie como nuestro Dios
No hay nadie como nuestro Dios
There is no one like our God
(We sing)
There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God
Praise and glory
Honor and strength
Unto our God
Unto our God
You're matchless, endless
Love unrestrained
This is our God
Every tribe sing
Praise and glory
Honor and strength
Unto our God
Unto our God
You're matchless, endless
Love unrestrained
This is our God
This is our God
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
Ayo-ayo-ayo-waa
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