| 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
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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
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Without that, it's like kryptonite and superman
So shaheed come in with the sugar cuts
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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 |
