[Vidéo] A Tribe Called Quest : "We The People..." (Paroles / Lyrics)

Quand les mecs d'A Tribe Called Quest sortent un album après presque dix huit années sans pondre un nouveau disque, forcément, ça fait couler de l'encre. Et quand les mecs qui rappaient "Can I Kick It ?" en 1990 pondent un clip, forcément, les compteurs s'affolent. "We The People..." comptabilise presque deux millions de vues en moins d'un mois et dans un climat politique et social tendu suite à l'élection de Donald Trump comme Président des USA, on comprend pourquoi.

Avec un message très fort ("All you black folks/mexicans/poor folks/muslims and gays, you must go"), ce titre met en relief tous les éléments conservateurs et racistes sur lesquels Donald Trump a basé sa campagne électorale. Le clip est en plus un hommage à Phife Dawg qui rappe le second couplet et qui est décédé le 22 mars 2016 des suites de complications de son diabète. Le MC désormais absent d'A Tribe Called Quest est ainsi représenté sur une fresque murale dans le clip et semble reprendre vie pendant un instant.

"We The People..." est extrait de We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service sorti le 11 novembre 2016, ce dernier étant présenté comme le dernier album du groupe.

We don't believe you 'cause we the people 

I'll still be in the rear, yo, we don't need you 

You ain't a killer nor good, young nigga, move 

When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food 

The ramen noodle 

Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a juju 

The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap 

She don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study that 

She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back 

She gon' take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that 

The doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme with 

VH1 has a show that you could waste your time with 

Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality 

And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically 

The OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanas 

The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas 

Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl 

Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole 

Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold 

I ain't said it yet because I ain't so bold but hey yo
All you Black folks, you must go 
All you Mexicans, you must go 

And all you poor folks, you must go 
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways 
So all you bad folks, you must go 
The fog in the smog of new media that logs 

False narratives of guys that came up against the odds 
We not just nigga rappers with the bars 
It's kismet that we cosmic with the stars 
You bastards overlooking street art 
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts 
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians 
Fuck you know about true competition? 
Just like the AL pitcher that talking about he hittin' 
The only ones who's hitting are the ones that currently spittin' 
We got your missie smitten rubbing on a little kitten 
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division 
Boy, I tell you that's vision 
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten 
The Tribe be the best in they division 
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision 
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot? 
Still y'all tryna move me off the fucking block 
Babylon, bloodclot 
Two pon yo headtop, yeah 
All you Black folks, you must go 
All you Mexicans, you must go 
And all you poor folks, you must go 
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways 
So all you bad folks, you must go