Award Tour Songtext
von A Tribe Called Quest

Yeah
We on a world tour
We go to every place with a mic in their hand
New York, L.A., M.C., V.J
We on a world tour
We go to every place with a mic in their hand
Oakland, L.A., San Fran, St. John


People give you ears so I be sublime
It′s enjoyable to know you and the concubines
Niggas, take off your coats, ladies, act like gems
Sit down, Indian styles, you recite these hymns
See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the MoMo
Ludicrously speedy or infectious with the slo-mo
Heard me in the 80′s, J.B.'s on the promo
And 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 good but don′t prep the role
See, my shit is universal if you got knowledge of dolo
Or of delf or self, see there's no one else
Who can drop a funky beat and be cute at that
So, do that, do that, do that, that, that
Go do that, do that, do that, that, that
I′m buggin' out but let me get back ′cause I'm wettin′ niggas
So, run and tell the others 'cause we are the brothers
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So, give me the sword and let's not make it the last

We on a world tour
We go to every place with a mic in their hand
From L.A., L.A. to Tokyo
We on a world tour