Award Tour Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Award Tour Lyrics




    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

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