Текст песни Tribes

T know my peolpe grow but i wanna know how they came up from the source. Tribes. Well an i still in the doubt, between two ways two sounds the prophet Mike and i, spit on the beat, beat you in the streets bastard back in their own shit, i got my man kind of the kings is at door, check out the real sir, is the simplest the coolest who put motherfuckers our, say yo is the strongest, et les langues de pute, dans leur putain de langue je les butent, critique mon frère critique mais loin de toi se poursuit la lutte, l'attitude fonctionnaire bien encrée dans l'atmosphère, l'attitude de mes frères si tu veux critiquer mon frère, oneyed jeck te donne la matière, allez viens. I'm callig for war swear it don't you wanna break the vibes from South America North and the China, always the same problems, resolution always take the same turn, who the hell are you to be judge, witness, we make you a funky smile Who the hell is wild?