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award tours - a tribe called quest- rap band lyrics

people give your ears, so i be sublime
it’s enjoyable to know you and the concubine
, take off your coats ladies, act like gems
sit down, quest style, as we recite these hymns
see, lyrically i’m mario and ready on the momo
ludicrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow*mo
heard me in the eighties, j.b’s on the promo
in my never ending quest to get the paper on the caper
but now, let me take it to the queens side
i’m taking it to brooklyn side
all the residential questers to invade the way
hold up a second son, ’cause we almost there
you can be a black man and lose all your soul
you can be white and groove but don’t rap to roll
see my stuff is universal, if you got knowledge of
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 (okay)
do that, do that, do do that that that
i’m bugging out, so let me get back ’cause i’m ya ya ya ya
so run and tell the others ’cause 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
we on a world tour with and we’re rolling, my man
going each and every place with the mic in their hand
chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo
we on a world tour and we’re rolling, my man
going each and every place with the mic in their hand
houston, delaware, dc, dallas
back in ’89, i simply slid into place
buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
a lot of kids was busting rhymes but they had no taste
some said quest was wack, but now is that the case
i have a quest to have a 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 dynamite
when was the last time you heard the phifer sloppy
lyrics are anonymous, you’ll never hear me copy
top notch baby, never coming 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 dance floor, come move that
non*believers, you can check the steps
i roll and i read, and like and the brother abstract
you, know the time when quest is in the jam
i never let a statue tell me how nice i am
coming with more hits than the braves and the yankees
living mad phat like an over sized bambi
the wackest crews try to diss, it makes me laugh
when my rap records are longer than a dc*20 aircraft

- a tribe called quest rap band lyrics

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