Funkmaster Flex - Award Tour (Funkmaster Flex Version) lyrics

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. John People give your ears so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine n***as, 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 sh** 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 n***as So run and tell the others 'cause we are the brothas I learned how to build mics in my workshop cla** So give me this award, and let's not make it the last We 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, 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 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 a** Non-believers, you can the steps I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract n***as 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