Tom Coyne - Award Tour lyrics

[Produced by A Tribe Called Quest] [Hook: Dove] We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, NC, VA We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Going each and every place with the mic in their hand Oaktown, LA, San Fran, St. John [Verse 1: Q-Tip] People give your ears so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you and your concubines 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 MoMo Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the eighties, J.B.'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 sh** 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 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 but let me get back cause I'm wetting n***as So run and tell the others cause we are the brothers I learned how to build mics in my workshop cla** So give me this award, and let's not make it the last [Hook] [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Back in '89 I simply slid in the 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 a** Non-believers, you can check the stats I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract n***as know the time when 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 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 [Hook] [Outro] 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