Push It Along

[Intro] *baby crying* [Verse 1: Q-Tip] Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that it's vital For me to be your idol, but dig this recital If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissin' Slingin' this and that, 'cause this and that was missin' Instead, it's been injected, the Tribe has been perfected Oh, yes, it's been selected, the art makes it protected Afrocentric living, Africans be givin' A lot to the cause 'cause the cause has been risen Some brothers, they be flammin', thinking we ain't slammin' Comin' off like the days when we used to wear the tans and A blue-collar talker, hemisphere stalker A glass of OJ and a ten mile walk-a If you're in a Jeep and you dig what you're hearin' Can I get a beep and a side order of cheerin'? I am what I am, that's a tribal man We all know the colors, we all must stand As we start our travels, things they will unravel "Que sera sera," for this unit is like gravel Won't be gone for long, listen to the song If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is— [Chorus: A Tribe Called Quest] Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Put one up for the Phifer, it's time to decipher The ills of the world make the situation lighter The clock is always tickin', the systems should be kickin' Like Tip said in "Ham and Eggs", I eat chicken, chicken, chicken Should I release the lever, the lever of the clever Embellish on the funk as we start to endeavor? The rawest of the rap, filling up the gap With the smash of a hand and a little toe tap [Verse 3: Q-Tip] The boom, the bip, the boom-bip Indicates to the brothers that we be on the flip tip Phonies start to crumble, funky rhythm rumbles Through the dance-hall, but my anthem is humble It's the nitty-gritty, my time is itty-bitty So I kick the slash for the gipper and the witty This ain't trial and error, more like tribin' era Constantly rude as some sort of tribal terror The street can't depart from the bloody heart Repair the wear and tear, don't stop 'fore it starts Won't be gone for long, listen to the song If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is— [Chorus: A Tribe Called Quest] Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along [Verse 4: Q-Tip] Marching off the project, we hope that you will subject It's good to be an object and never ever reject The tribe who meanders with drunken propaganda Keep it in boom and never will we slander Per diem should be handed, don't let me demand it Money gives a nudge to the poet star bandit Control it, then recluse it, follow, you won't lose it Mysterious is the tribe for we choose it Although she's flippin' crazy, give my love to Gracie God, could you help 'cause this Quest is crazy spacey? The pigs are wearin' blue, and in a year or two We'll be goin' up the creek in a great big canoe What we gonna do, save me and my brothers? Hop inside the bed and pull over the covers Never will we do that and we ain't trying to rule rap We just want a slab of the ham, don't you know, Black? This society of fake reality Are nothin' but a peg of informality While I sing my song, sing it all day long If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is— [Chorus: A Tribe Called Quest] Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along [Outro: Jarobi White, Q-Tip, All] (Hahaha) Yeah Alright, yeah Ah, here we go, yeah Here we are In People’s Instinctive Travels (Word?) through the paths of funk and rhythm Yeah, alright But firstly, I'm gonna introduce my tribe (Hey hey) A Tribe Called Quest (Word?) Let me hear my Tribe Called Questers make some noise (Ah) Yeah, alright Firstly, the foundation, the sound provider (Sound provider) Ali (Ali) Shaheed (Shaheed) Muhammad, yeah, alright, alright (Word booty, word booty) Yeah (Word booty, word booty) And my right hand man (Word booty, word booty) (Word booty, word booty) The one they call (Hahahaha), yeah, Phife, Phife Dawg, yeah, yeah (Word booty, word booty) Yo (Word booty, word booty) (Word booty, word booty) The top of the pyramid, the leader, Q-Tip (Ah), yeah, Q-Tip, yeah (Word booty, word booty) And last but not least (Word booty, word booty) Least but not last (Word booty, word booty) The mystic man himself, me, Jarobi (Ah) Yeah, alright, yeah (Yo) What's up? (Get to the titles) Alright man, the titles? (Yeah) Okay (Hah), yo, I’m walking (Word?), down a long winding road (Long winding road) Yeah, with my questers (Uh-huh) In my way, there’s a boulder (Word?) Yeah, but you know what I had to do? (What you had to do?) What I had to do? (What you had to do?) I had to push it along (Push it along) Yeah (Push it along, push it along) Yeah (Push it along, push it along) (Keep it rollin') Keep it rollin'? (Keep it rollin') Keep it rollin'? Keep it rollin' You know, we're back at the studio, alright, yeah And, and a friend of mine asked me about the Luck of Lucien Word, yeah (Ah)