Big Butts

When she was young they called her wild rose The ladies in the town turned up their nose The boys all loved her, heaven knows But she would never be tied down She said that she was getting out The first chance she had she'd take it Don't know when Don't know how But I know for sure that I'll make it So on the day that she She turned 18 She bought a ticket for the Greyhound bus He looked up from his cowboy hat and said "Oh baby, what about us?" She said "I've got to go I've got to bloom But in this small town babe, there ain't no room For this Wild Rose" And he looked at her and said Well baby, you can bloom no matter where you are You don't have to live in the sky to be a star You don't have to be the sun to shine Baby, just be mine She got on the bus said "I just can't stay" She didn't look back as they pulled away But the humming of the tires couldn't drown out The words she heard him say And there beside the road she saw a Wild Rose And it bloomed out where God had planted it On an old rusty barbwire fence And all of a sudden it all made sense when he said Baby, you can bloom no matter where you are You don't have to live in the sky to be a star You don't have to be the sun to shine Baby, just be mine Well the bus pulled away with an empty seat She made a call saying "baby, come and get me" They drove all through the night and we're home To see an Oklahoma sunrise Sittin' on the porch late at night Watching their babies chasin' fireflies The little one looks up at the sky And says "I wanna be a star" And they said "baby, you can bloom No matter where you are You don't have to live in the sky to be a star"

Speak of the devil in he walks It's like his ears burn when I talk Pushed in a gutter, stuck in a rut Waiting for the next turn of the knife in my gut Just trying to do whatever To somehow make myself feel better But I guess I've got you to thank Broken like the bottle that you drank But it won't always be this way It won't always be this way Don't know how many times I'll say It won't always be this way Feels like I'm drowning in a dream With a breath of air just out of my reach And I'm kicking as hard as I can God, I wish you were a better man It won't always be this way It won't always be this way Don't know how many times I'll say It won't always be this way So don't you cry my little one Don't talk about what your daddy done Like a bird, we'll fly away someday I promise I'll plan our getaway It won't always be this way It won't always be this way Don't know how many times I'll say It won't always be this way Don't know how many times I'll say It won't always be this way It won't always be this way It won't always be this way Don't know how many times I'll say It won't always be this way Got down on my knees to pray It won't always be this way Cause my new life starts today It won't always be this way

Shaheed: It's a new decade The Native Tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo The usual rhythm Q-Tip: Devoted to... the art of moving butts The rhythm's happenin, and it's movin up The Tribe has been on hold for much too long Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong On the corners, brothas bop their heads From the high-tops to the knotty dreads I'm a nubian y'all, look what we did Took the crust away from the third eye lid Now, it's kinda open, longs to see the site Rhythms of the Tribe which is passed out right Night after night, day after day Questin for the rhythms of the Native Tongue lay Rhythm is the key as we open up the door Things a B-boy has never seen before Polyrhythmatic with a big fat boom You have an eargasm as you start to consume The ghetto beat with a ghetto poem Yeah, it's from the heart, cuz it's from the home Jarobi, Phife, Ali Shaheed Call me Koala, got what you need You're a disc jock, then jock this Rhythms can't lose, rhythms can't miss If you feel uptight and you need to freak It'll be alright once we drop this beat Chorus: I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm(8X) Q-Tip: Ma ma sa ah, ma ma coo sa Gets hectic, freak a bourgeios We Quest around for the musical hard On the avenues, streets and boulevard Not sellin out, that's a negative Lovin hip hop, lovin heritage Got the instinct to travel miles and miles Gotta whole lot of room for piles and piles Now, you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk From the Zulu Nation, toppin all the junk Standin on the top like the Temptations said Rhythms are obese, yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed Read what I read, can't be better said Tribalic motions dabble in the head Sweetback's bad, not as bad a beat It's a "stone groove baby" Continue, on the windy road But, I'm luggin, a crazy big load Will we be on point for the ninety deck Is it muscle bound and will it flex? But trudgin, we are used to You don't Quest alone, Quest with a crew We're four, once more, must make the tracks You see four fronts, but now you see four backs Chorus(unti end)