Award Tour (funkmaster Flex Version) Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex Presents: The Mix Tape, Vol. 1 - Funkmaster Flex

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man 

Going each and every place with the mic in their hand 

New York, NJ, N.C., VA 

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man 

Going 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 

Niggas, 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 

Ludicrous, 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 taking 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 bugging out, so let me get back 'cause I'm wettin niggas 

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 

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man 

Going each and every place with the mic in their hand 

Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo 

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man 

Going 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 busting 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 coming 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 dance floor, come move that ass 

Non-believers, you can the steps 

I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract 

Niggas know the time when the Quest is in the jam 

I never let a statue tell me how nice I am 

Coming with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees 

Living 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 something here 

Make something deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere