A Tribe Called Quest, Trugoy the Dove - Award Tour lyrics

We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with
The mic in their hand new York, NJ, NC, VA
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with
The mic in their hand
Oaktown, LA, San Fran, St john

People give your ears so I be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you
And your concubines
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 MOMO ludicrously speedy
Or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties
JB'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 who
Invade the air
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 crap the roll
See my shit is universal if
You got knowledge of dolo
Or delf or self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do that, that, that
(come on)
Do that, do that, do that, that, that (Ok)
Do that, do that, do that, that, that
I'm bugging out but let me get
Back 'cause I'm wetting niggas
So run and tell the others
'cause we are the brothers
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 Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with
The mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on a world tour with Muhammad, 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 Dynomutt when was the last time you
Heard the Phife 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 a dancefloor
Come move that ass
Non-believers, you can check the stats
I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract
Niggas know the time when Quest is in the jam
I never let a statue tell me how nice I am
Coming with more hit's than the
Braves and the Yankees
Living mad phat like an oversized mampi
The wackest crews try to diss
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 something def or take that
Garbage to St elsewhere

We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with
The mic in their hand
SC, Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with
The mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo

We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with
The mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with
The mic in their hand new York, NJ, NC, VA

Seven times out of ten we listen
To our music at night
Thus spawned the title of this program
The word, maraud, means to loot
In this case, we maraud for ears