Yo, Poet, all these people frontin' us, wanna know why they call us the Lost Tribe
Is that right?
Yo, T, why don't you kick it to them?
Get up, get hype, and pump the thump
I'm comin' hard, and breakin' down the funk
It's a new tribe, kick it to explain
And don't ask why, you know, cause it's a tribe thing
L-O-S, double T-R-I-B-E, yeah, that's where I'm from
G, a new jack, with a down new track
And all your lollipop suckers yell
You gotta step back, brought up in rags
On the bad side of the town, proud to be brown
And never ever gonna stay down
You steppin' to my path, get ready to go
Cause it's made a ton, it's flowin' through the micro
Not provokin', I'm just bustin' the facts
It's straight knowledge, and now I'm takin' it to the racks
For the ladies, I'm just indigenous
You wanna step to me, you wanna get with this
So come on then
And just jump in the ride
And take a stroll
With the Psycho Down Lost Tribe
It's the L-O-S-T, but T-R-I-B-E, it's the tribe
That's layin' down the streets
Now when I was a young one, programmed to be a dumb one
Cause of my culture and my skin, but listen son
See, we're about to screw ya, and change your mentality
Zero-centric vibes
What do you see now, when you see a brown man?
What do you picture, look?
A low rider, a car full of trolls
A people of rage, a water bottle
And tribe, lost in the realm
A global apartheid, a struggle of identity
In our society, in school, like fools
With George and his cherry tree
And all that dumbo, yes, I'm in Colombo
But 1492 ain't goin' out like that, though
Same stupid call us primitives
With the concept of math
The temples and the pyramids
Come on, homie, let's gotta change
Bring all the new concepts
Called the tribe thing
Colombo!
Fellas killing fellas, and up to no good
Packing up with it, and bein' down with the neighborhood
Why are we expressing this kind of activity?
Cause every day of night, some fool wanna' step with me
But no, that ain't the way to handle things
Doing your job, yeah, whenever your beeper rings
Calling it your pride, can't admit it when you're wrong
But yo, this is Colainedkah
It's a new school, we know it ain't the same song
It's the Latin spice, coming out from the southwest
Now it's time, but I must confess
That it's the ego, and the pride
That vato's slipping, going out
On the homicide of genocide
In the hood, on the corner of the block
Like sitting ducks, just ready to get shot
By a fool that ain't got nothing better to do
And you know that fool
Might even be you
Just to make a fast buck with an attitude
Like I don't give a f***
My vato's going out, with the wrong kind of pride
Besides gay homes
It's the Lost Tribe