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[chorus Dove from De La Soul:]
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
[Q-Tip:]
People give your ears so I be sublime
It’s enjoyable to know you and the concubine
N—az, take off your coats ladies, act like chorus Dove from De La Soul:
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
[Q-Tip:]
People give your ears so I be sublime
It’s enjoyable to know you and the concubine
N—az, 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
Ludicrously 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, 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 bugging out, so let me get back cuz I’m wetting
n—az
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
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
[Phife:]
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 dancefloor, come move that
ass
Non-believers, you can check the stats
I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract
N—az 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 oversized 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 defer, take that garbage to St.
Elsewhere
[chorus:]
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
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
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
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 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, 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 bugging out, so let me get back cuz I’m wetting
n—az
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
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
[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
N—az 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
Living mad phat like an oversized 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
[chorus:]
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
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
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
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
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