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Award Tour Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest

<div>Chorus dove from de la soul: We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New york, nj, n.c., va We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Oaktown, l.a., san fran, st. john Q-tip: People give your ears so I be sublime It’s enjoyable to know you and the concubine Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gents Sit down, indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I’m mario andretti on the mo-mo Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the eighties, j beez on the promo On my never endin quest to get the paper on the Caper But now, let me take it to the queens side I’m takin it to brooklyn side All the residential questers to invade the way Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and blue but don’t crap the roll See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and Dolo Of delf for self, see there’s no one else Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that So, 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 that I’m buggin out, so let me get back cuz I’m wettin Niggaz So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas I learned how to build mics in my workshop class So give me this award, and let’s not make it the Last Chorus: We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, delaware, dc, dallas Phife: Back in ’89, I simply slid into place Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no Taste Some said quest was wack, but now is that the case I have a quest to have the mic in my hand Without that, it’s like kryptonite and superman So shaheed come in with the sugar cuts Phife dawg’s my name, but on stage, call me dynomutt When was the last time you heard the phifer sloppy Lyrics anonymous, you’ll never hear me copy Top notch baby, never comin less Sky’s the limit, you gots to believe up in quest Sit back , relax, get up out the path If not that, here’s the dancefloor, come move that Ass Non-believers, you can check the stats I roll with shaheed and the brotha abstract Niggaz know the time when the quest is in the jam I never let a statue tell me how nice I am Comin with more hits than the braves and the yankees Livin mad phat like an over sized bam-bi The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh When my track record’s longer than a dc-20 aircraft So, next time that you think you want somethin here Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to st. Elsewhere Chorus: We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand S.c., maryland, new orleans, motown We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, delaware, dc, dallas We on award tour with muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New york, nj, n.c., va