Yo, Poet, all these people frontin' us, wanna know why they call us the Lost TribeIs that right?Yo, T, why don't you kick it to them?Get up, get hype, and pump the thumpI'm comin' hard, and breakin' down the funkIt's a new tribe, kick it to explainAnd don't ask why, you know, cause it's a tribe thingL-O-S, double T-R-I-B-E, yeah, that's where I'm fromG, a new jack, with a down new trackAnd all your lollipop suckers yellYou gotta step back, brought up in ragsOn the bad side of the town, proud to be brownAnd never ever gonna stay downYou steppin' to my path, get ready to goCause it's made a ton, it's flowin' through the microNot provokin', I'm just bustin' the factsIt's straight knowledge, and now I'm takin' it to the racksFor the ladies, I'm just indigenousYou wanna step to me, you wanna get with thisSo come on thenAnd just jump in the rideAnd take a strollWith the Psycho Down Lost TribeIt's the L-O-S-T, but T-R-I-B-E, it's the tribeThat's layin' down the streetsNow when I was a young one, programmed to be a dumb oneCause of my culture and my skin, but listen sonSee, we're about to screw ya, and change your mentalityZero-centric vibesWhat do you see now, when you see a brown man?What do you picture, look?A low rider, a car full of trollsA people of rage, a water bottleAnd tribe, lost in the realmA global apartheid, a struggle of identityIn our society, in school, like foolsWith George and his cherry treeAnd all that dumbo, yes, I'm in ColomboBut 1492 ain't goin' out like that, thoughSame stupid call us primitivesWith the concept of mathThe temples and the pyramidsCome on, homie, let's gotta changeBring all the new conceptsCalled the tribe thingColombo!Fellas killing fellas, and up to no goodPacking up with it, and bein' down with the neighborhoodWhy are we expressing this kind of activity?Cause every day of night, some fool wanna' step with meBut no, that ain't the way to handle thingsDoing your job, yeah, whenever your beeper ringsCalling it your pride, can't admit it when you're wrongBut yo, this is ColainedkahIt's a new school, we know it ain't the same songIt's the Latin spice, coming out from the southwestNow it's time, but I must confessThat it's the ego, and the prideThat vato's slipping, going outOn the homicide of genocideIn the hood, on the corner of the blockLike sitting ducks, just ready to get shotBy a fool that ain't got nothing better to doAnd you know that foolMight even be youJust to make a fast buck with an attitudeLike I don't give a f***My vato's going out, with the wrong kind of prideBesides gay homesIt's the Lost Tribe