Goin on and on to the rhythmic variation

Wakin in the morning I still represent the nation

When I speak of nation please don’t make the deviation

Rebels of the party who create the jump sensation

Mind is a pit of different information

Microphone is on so of course communication

Bogle at the party then you got the bogle-ation

Decaptatin foes yo as if my name was jason (c’mon)

Makin all the fellas at the party lose composure

Hook up the beat with the mic and it’s over (original, uh!)

A tribe called quest we on the run for whatever

Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor

Brothers know my steelo it’s a letter to the better

If you see a shorty that you like, then you sweat her

Silly with the microphone, in other words I’m loco

Six foot zero with my height, complexion cocoa

Representin on the mic it seems to be my daily

I can do a split and turn around like alvin ailey

But when it comes to days like this I got lyrics to go

---(1991) Lyrics to Go-A Tribe Called Quest