Текст песни: A Tribe Called Quest. Description Of A Fool.

Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you please?

One who acts doped, so what does it mean to me?
That's you, 'cause of the way you act
Standin' on the corner, sellin' Girbauds
Scalin' your friends and also your foes
What's the matter wit'cha boy?

You big galoot, you nincompoop
What's wrong wit you? You can't compute
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standin' on the poley, playin' pusher man

What you got to do with yourself?
Can't you be somebody else?
Look at you described to a tee
You're a fool of many in society

I know some more, I shall go on
And continue in the song, fooled the fool

Man, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout callin' me a fool
I've been out here for twentysome odd years
Doin' my thing, I ain't no fool man
You crazy or something?
I'm gonna stick this, right up your

The girl I talked to she's sort of neurotic
Her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic
Scares the girl by threatenin' her life
Says "Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife"

Beats in her public, beats her in private
Tried it 'round me almost, won't buy it
Said "Forget him, don't you know he's a loser"
Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her

Only a fool as described by the tribe
Here's another one who's on the fool vibe
Gonna make it short, gonna make it quick
For this situation makes me sick

See your brother man, with the female
He's crazy ego tried to show he'll prevail
In any situation lady luck's on his side
Emotions run free, nothin' he will hide

Why I remember one sunny day
Took my cousin to the park so we can play
On the way, a couple resembled
The one I just described, everythin' assembled

Another young man walked in their direction
Bumped him a bit, excused his imperfection
But the man with the lady grabbed the other by the neck
Demanded an apology and also respect

The young man aggravated grabbed him back and smacked him
The girl just laughed and laughed and laughed at him
He felt ashamed for what he had done
It looked like a fool to everyone

These are three stories from the Naked City
Reality, is sometimes a ditty
Like Grodzilla from the twilight zone
Earth to your brain, is anyone home?

I see ya there, tryin' to make amends
Try to make some friends, but now my story ends
On the note, that I just wrote
Stay afloat on the reality boat

Slow down and think and take it cool
And try to avoid the description of oval