Tha Trybe Anthem lyrics

Bread Knife, what up? Amanda Michelle, what up? Nia Mya, what up? Michael Wills, what up? Felicia Brew, what up? Ms. GT, what it do, what up?

Aiyo, a lot of rappers claim they love their fans, but you know they lyin’. When I say I love you, trust me I mean it. I think about you everyday. Y’all know I love you. Listen

I know a dude named Gene Matador
Could tell you ‘bout a verse with a mean metaphor
Seen that the boy had knowledge of the essence
Young brothers chill, y’all could really use some lessons
Like you independents that’s in the game grindin’
Stay shinin’ like Antoine Lyons, middle name Lorenzo
Literally my pen go crazy like dating just to be in the friend zone
Sophia Chen knows I go off on impulse
And shut a whole session down if it isn’t dope
Oh and you played an amazing cellist
And I did want an Asian cellist
Ok angelic fly was a Angelique
She be up in the salon now and that’s a beast
Anybody bother mine gotta answer to me
One of my daughters like Kristin and Leelee
All important now listen jam with me
I’m in the parks with my man Adam and ET
Throwin’ stones tryna get my man Vince attention
I think we need a intervention
He out with his girl again but that’s ok though
You know how love is, it’s like a tornado
It’s like Kim May’s flow, I’m waitin’ for that album sis
If you need a beat or two, I’ll be the Alchemist
My man Jeff out of Ireland is down for this
And Jess out of Portsmouth’s down for this
Dana in Washington with the sound of bliss
Keedrick Pigler my dude Alabama kid
Big up my girl Cyndrid of the Thomases
You and hubby Tavaris came out to a gig
And to my sister LaVaughn you know I’m down with the Smiths
Tell your husband I said aye and kiss the kids
I’d be remiss to miss Miss Carla Jones
Out of Jersey you heard she got all my poems
I’m in all your homes, Micheal Coard would know
He and G be the hip-hop lawyers yo
I’m ’bout to tour the globe, I hit up Poland
See my man Marsin[?] there and if it’s cold it’s Croatia
That’s where Ivanna be
You know I gotta be on my way to Ghana B
‘cause that’s where I’ma be
I’ma be be be be I’ma meet Gail
Got me up in the gym, dude be outshinin’ me
What’s poppin’ E DJ E-matic
We need to make millions like Malik and she has it
Can’t wait to see Candice, nebula flick
I know it’ll be sick so I’m checkin’ for it
And to Snubby Davis get better my sis
You can overcome anything whatever it is
Be empowered like Howard Rebecca ya dig
She be smilin’ no frownin’ just check for her pics
What up Yolanda, Miss Nancy Marie
[?] and Gwenda G
[?] A Stephanie
D-r-y-e with that bakery
My man Dan Apell and T’Kells
Will Evers, that’s my sister Keisha
You think I miss Alicia, Portia, Nina?
Vuck[?] Manic[?] don’t panic, I see ya
Jessica, Jakita, Josie, Nakia
My man Rand and LAN net let’s speed up
Joe Turner and Nada, [?] and [?]
[?] from [?] is our lily of the valley
Tomasina Everett and Fatima, Jesse
Apell [?] last why whinin’
Now some of you thought you didn’t make this record
Like Marion and Jackie, how could I forget it?
The Meacham family and my man Tone
Woulda got a shout but he don’t use his damn phone
I’m jokin’ Tone bye
Special shoutouts to Nana [?]
My bro Shod[?] and oh na
Elder Sakur, Omi the whole tribe
Sheda B, she the love of my life
She so butta[?] my wife, it’s so butta[?] I like
I joke, I poke
Am I the only black emcee that Kid N Play will folk?
So this a shout to the tribesmen, Rich Lamaster
Al B. [?] and Blue Robin
If I missed ya, my bad, my fault
Next time I’ll get ya
Just charge it to my head not my heart
Just saaaaayin’
(Even though we’ve never met, I feel like I know you, I know you feel like you know me, well continue to support Savant-ism and let’s take this to the next level, love you all, be forward)