Bo Blue's video: A Tribe Called Quest - Award Tour

Track 3 from A Tribe Called Quest's Midnight Marauders album (1993). Featuring Trugoy the Dove. 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 Its 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 Im 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 Im 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 dont crap the roll See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and Dolo Of delf for self, see theres 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 Im buggin out, so let me get back cuz Im 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 lets 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, its like kryptonite and superman So shaheed come in with the sugar cuts Phife dawgs my name, but on stage, call me dynomutt When was the last time you heard the phifer sloppy Lyrics anonymous, youll never hear me copy Top notch baby, never comin less Skys the limit, you gots to believe up in quest Sit back , relax, get up out the path If not that, heres 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 records 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