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A Tribe Called Quest lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest lyrics
"Award Tour Lyrics"
Aquarian Lyrics
Now we sit here in our special place, all wearing our happy faces gladly. Sunlight appears in our world; our joy has been turned from badness. Now we've moved and left alone and it's easier that way. We are riding on rainbows and happy today. Now we move to the sun in every direction; we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection... joking a lot, smoking or not, floating our yacht off to freedom,
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
Houst
Now we sit here in our special place, all wearing our happy faces gladly. Sunlight appears in our world; our joy has been turned from badness. Now we've moved and left alone and it's easier that way. We are riding on rainbows and happy today. Now we move to the sun in every direction; we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection... joking a lot, smoking or not, floating our yacht off to freedom,
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
Houst
I Don't Wanna Rock Lyrics
It really sucks to give your heart to a girl You want to know her like she knows the whole world But 10 seconds in, it's obvious, your going nowhere... She makes you tell her that she's your best friend You tell her things you know won't make her mad Don't want to be the one to say things are going nowhere... Where are you now? Where are you now? I don't wanna talk I don't wanna rock
on, 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
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
It really sucks to give your heart to a girl You want to know her like she knows the whole world But 10 seconds in, it's obvious, your going nowhere... She makes you tell her that she's your best friend You tell her things you know won't make her mad Don't want to be the one to say things are going nowhere... Where are you now? Where are you now? I don't wanna talk I don't wanna rock
on, 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
The Second Star To The Right Lyrics
The second star to the right Shines in the night for you To tell you that the dreams you plan Really can come true Twinkle Twinkle little star So I?ll know where you are Gleaming in the skies abocve Lead me to the one who loves me And when you bring him my way Each time we say ?Good night? We?ll thank the little star that shines the second from the right. The second star to the rig
tell me how nice i amThe second star to the right Shines in the night for you To tell you that the dreams you plan Really can come true Twinkle Twinkle little star So I?ll know where you are Gleaming in the skies abocve Lead me to the one who loves me And when you bring him my way Each time we say ?Good night? We?ll thank the little star that shines the second from the right. The second star to the rig
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