Yo, Poet, all these people frontin' on usWanna 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-EYeah, that's where I'm from, G, a new jackWith a down new track, and all your lollipop suckers yellYou gotta step back, brought up and raisedOn 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 needed to, it's flowin' through the micBro, not 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-EIt's the tribeThat's layin' down the streetsNow when I was a young oneProgrammed to be a dumb oneCause of my culture and my skin, but listen sonSee, we're about to screw yaAnd change your mentalityZero-centric vibesWhat do you see down 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 tribeLost in the realm of global apartheidA struggle of identityIn our society, in schoolLike fools with George and his cherry treeAnd oh, that DumboYes, I'm in ColomboBut 492 ain't goin' out like that, thoughSaying these stupid call us primitivesWith the concept of mathThe temples and the pyramidsCome on, homie, let's gotta changeBring all the new conceptsCall the tribeBang, bang, bangGUMMBO!Fellas killin' fellas and up to no goodPackin' up with it and bein' down with the neighborhoodWhy are we expressin' this kind of activity?Cause every day and night some fool want to step with meBut noThat ain't the way to handle thingsDoin' your job, yeah, whenever your people wasteCallin' it your pride, can't admit it when you're wrongBut yoThis is 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's about the sniffing going outOn the homicidal 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 fool, might even be youRobbing and stealingJust to make a fast buck with an attitudeLike I don't give a f*** about what's going onWith the wrong kind of prideBesides gay homes, it's the Lost TribeRobbing and stealingJust to make a fast buck with an attitudeWith the wrong kind of pride