Footprints

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]

As we start trudging

Me and my brothers we be looking and be bugging

Vehicles of life they be rolling and be nudging

Searching for the virgins of life

That be shoving out the door that's cracked

The valleys of time, are always on my feet

As least the beat will combine

The calluses and corns with the funky bassline

You don't need Underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat

But can I get a level on the bass and on the treble?

Footing up and down like a UNLV Rebel

The answer be amongst us 'cause we really dig acoustics

Can't be too much flacking, not too much packing

You must container that at least to dip your hand in rap

Your feet will be infectious so at least realize the fact

The rhythms are inserted and the nerds can be converted

This ain't rock 'n' roll 'cause the rap is in control

If you're a megastar, words will buy you a car

I'd rather go barefooting, for prints I will be putting

All over the earth if we can get there first

Now that we are in it, footprints are being printed

So if you recognize 'em, you can try to size 'em

They'll probably be the ones with the size nine flying

All over the field, you won't have to yield

If you want protection you can hide behind the shield

[Interlude: Jesse Jackson]

And the musician often tries to capture the new thing so that we might have melody and have rhythm as we do our thing

It's rough and tough in this ghetto, a lot of funny stuff going down but you got to walk tall. Walk tall!

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

You can game on the gallons if you really need to rock

But we walk while we talk as we stomping through the block

Hand in hand 'cross the land as Muhammad cross the fade

It's a Tribe who meanders, precious like a jade

It's a art, feet are arched, rhymes the ground placed upon

The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond

Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail

You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail

See the levels peaking as the rhythms keep-a screeching

A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preaching

The point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far

The liveliness is mean as we scoot across the star

We are bulging, I'm indulging in a rat-a-tat-tat

Explanation for the line is that the rhythm is phat

Keep it wild, wide and deep, you could dig it in a Jeep

But dig it in the ground because the footprint down

[Interlude: Jesse Jackson]

Walk tall!

Walk tall!

Walk tall!

Walk tall!

Walk tall!

Walk tall!

Walk tall!

Walk tall!

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]

If there's a storm that's brewing, it won't keep us from doing

Our thing as we start swinging, travelling is bringing

Joy inside the domes as we hit the road to Rome

A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home

Because my skin is brown, yo I'm gonna do the town

Rub it in the face and rub my feet all through the place

When you get your finger on the music it'll linger

Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singer

A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that

Remember me, the brother who said "Black is black"

You can come while we Quest, I don't play, I don't jest

Get emotions off your chest, we are Black, we been blessed

Making moves, making motions, flowing like an ocean

The walking will continue, we know that we will bring you

The times that you have waited, more anticipated

Be gone but not for long 'cause the feet will stay strong