A Tribe Called Quest - Award Tour Lyrics
Chorus dove from de la soul:We on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handNew york, nj, n.c., vaWe on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handOaktown, l.a., san fran, st. johnQ-tip:People give your ears so I be sublimeIts enjoyable to know you and the concubineNiggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gentsSit down, indian style, as we recite these hymnsSee, lyrically Im mario andretti on the mo-moLudicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-moHeard me in the eighties, j beez on the promoOn my never endin quest to get the paper on theCaperBut now, let me take it to the queens sideIm takin it to brooklyn sideAll the residential questers to invade the wayHold up a second son, cuz we almost thereYou can be a black man and lose all your soulYou can be white and blue but dont crap the rollSee my shit is universal, if you got knowledge andDoloOf delf for self, see theres no one elseWho can drop it on the angle, acute at thatSo, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)Do that, do that, do do that that that(ok)Do that, do that, do do that that thatIm buggin out, so let me get back cuz Im wettinNiggazSo run and tell the others cuz we are the brothasI learned how to build mics in my workshop classSo give me this award, and lets not make it theLastChorus:We on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handChinatown, spokane, london, tokyoWe on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handHouston, delaware, dc, dallasPhife:Back in 89, I simply slid into placeBuddy, buddy, buddy all up in your faceA lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had noTasteSome said quest was wack, but now is that the caseI have a quest to have the mic in my handWithout that, its like kryptonite and supermanSo shaheed come in with the sugar cutsPhife dawgs my name, but on stage, call me dynomuttWhen was the last time you heard the phifer sloppyLyrics anonymous, youll never hear me copyTop notch baby, never comin lessSkys the limit, you gots to believe up in questSit back , relax, get up out the pathIf not that, heres the dancefloor, come move thatAssNon-believers, you can check the statsI roll with shaheed and the brotha abstractNiggaz know the time when the quest is in the jamI never let a statue tell me how nice I amComin with more hits than the braves and the yankeesLivin mad phat like an over sized bam-biThe wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laughWhen my track records longer than a dc-20 aircraftSo, next time that you think you want somethin hereMake somethin deffer, take that garbage to st.ElsewhereChorus:We on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handS.c., maryland, new orleans, motownWe on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handChinatown, spokane, london, tokyoWe on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handHouston, delaware, dc, dallasWe on award tour with muhammad my manGoin each and every place with the mic in their handNew york, nj, n.c., va
