Lyrics to Go [Tumblin’ Dice Remix] – Song and Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Lyrics to Go [Tumblin’ Dice Remix]’ by A Tribe Called Quest. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Tribe Called Quest or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Lyrics to go [Repeat: x5]

Goin’ on an’ on to the rhythmic variation
Wakin’ in the mornin’, 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 I cross communication
Boggle at the party then you got the boggle-ation
Decapitatin’ foes, yo, as if my name was Jason

Makin’ all the fellas at the party lose composure
Hook up the beat with the mic an’ it’s over
A Tribe Called Quest, we on the run for whatever
Trials an’ 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 an’ turn around like Alvin Ailey
But when it comes to days like this I got lyrics to go

Lyrics to go

It’s like that y’all
C’mon y’all, it’s like that

I know it’s been two years but see the Tribe was never fallin’
Would have tried for singin’ but that stuff was not my callin’
The mic is in effect, so you know I’m never stallin’
Walkin’ through the door an’ all them suckers started haulin’

Talk a lotta trash but no one can seem to beat it
Pull out your microphone an’ watch the Phifer make you eat it
The MCs they get jealy when the girly’s on my belly
Kick a slow dance like my brother R. Kelly

Today’s a hip hop draft, will I be top seeded?
Worked too frickin’ hard while all the rest were gettin’ weeded
Steady kickin’ styles so I can reach that other level
Don’t worry about gettin’ gassed, I push the pedal to the metal

Always wanted this ’cause it surely beats a scramble
I’m Jordan with the mic, wanna gamble?
This I dedicate to all the honies that be boglin’
‘Cause at the end of the night, y’know Malik will have his Trojans
But when it comes to nights like this I got lyrics to go

Lyrics to go [Repeat: x3]

I got lyrics to go [Repeat: x3]

Please proceed with caution ’cause the lyricist is fatal
I can kick your little monkey ass like Kato
Formulate your rhymes like a child forms Playdo
Calm an’ serene like the study was Tayo

Poetry machine with correct mechanisms
Immune to disease, I defeat organisms
That are waitin’ in my path, I overstep the critters
Give your ass the willies an’ your moms’ll get the jitters

Winners turn to losers, losers are forgotten
Tangle in my fore with hopes that I stop rockin’
Never will that happen, only if it is permitted
Wait, I think somebody shitted

I guess that will be me ’cause I’m the only one MCin’
I go for what I know doin’ a show for human beings
Always try to lead, yo, never will I follow
Blowin’ up the spot like Fred did to Rollo
An’ when it comes to days like this, I got lyrics to go

I got lyrics to go [Repeat: x10]

Check it out now
It’s like that, y’all
Check it now
It’s like that, y’all
Check it now, it goes