[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)
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