Yo, Poet, all these people frontin' on 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 and raised
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 needed to, it's flowin' through the mic
Bro, 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 down 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 of global apartheid
A struggle of identity
In our society, in school
Like fools with George and his cherry tree
And oh, that Dumbo
Yes, I'm in Colombo
But 492 ain't goin' out like that, though
Saying these 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
Call the tribe
Bang, bang, bang
GUMMBO!
Fellas killin' fellas and up to no good
Packin' up with it and bein' down with the neighborhood
Why are we expressin' this kind of activity?
Cause every day and night some fool want to step with me
But no
That ain't the way to handle things
Doin' your job, yeah, whenever your people waste
Callin' it your pride, can't admit it when you're wrong
But yo
This is 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's about the sniffing going out
On the homicidal 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
Robbing and stealing
Just to make a fast buck with an attitude
Like I don't give a f*** about what's going on
With the wrong kind of pride
Besides gay homes, it's the Lost Tribe
Robbing and stealing
Just to make a fast buck with an attitude
With the wrong kind of pride