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



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, 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 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