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Award Tour (feat. Trugoy of De La Soul)

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man

Going each and every place with the mic in their hand

New York, NJ, N.C., VA

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man

Going each and every place with the mic in their hand

Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. JohnPeople give your ears so I be sublime

It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine

Niggas, take off your coats ladies, act like gems

Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns

See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo

Ludicrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo

Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo

On 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 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 bugging out, so let me get back 'cause I'm wettin niggas

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 lastWe on Award Tour with Muhammad my man

Going each and every place with the mic in their hand

Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man

Going each and every place with the mic in their hand

Houston, Delaware, DC, DallasBack 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 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 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 ass

Non-believers, you can the steps

I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract

Niggas know the time when the 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 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 something here

Make something deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere

Songwriters

KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, ALI SHAHEED JONES-MUHAMMAD, MALIK IZAAK TAYLOR, WELDON JOHNATHAN JR. IRVINEPublished by

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