Award Tour – Song and Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Award Tour’ by A Tribe Called Quest. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Tribe Called Quest or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

[Chorus]
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

People give your ears so I be sublime
It’s enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, 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
Luticrous, 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 takin’ 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 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 ’cause I’m wettin’ niggaz
So run and tell the others ’cause 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
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 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 the steps
I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract

Niggaz 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
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