[Q-TIP]
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As we start trudgin'
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Me and my brothas we be lookin' and be buggin'
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Vehicles of life they be rollin' and be mergin'
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Searchin' for the virgins of life
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They'll be shovin' out the door of that's crack
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The valley's of time, are always on my feet
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As least the beat will combine
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The calluses and corns with the funky bassline
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You don't need underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat
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Well can I get a level on the bass and on the treble
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Footin' up and down like a UNLV Rebel
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The answer be amoungst us, well we rarely dig acoustics
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Can't be too much flackin', not too much packin'
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You must contain in that at least to dip your hip in rap
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Your feet will be infectious so at least realise the fact
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The rhythms are insertive and the nurse can be converted
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This ain't rock 'n' roll cos the rap is in control
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If your a megastar would you buy you a car?
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I'd rather go barefootin', for prints I will be puttin'
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All over the earth if we can get there first
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Now that we are in it, Footprints will be imprinted
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So if you recognise em', you can try to size em'
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They'll probably be the one's with the size now flyin'
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All over the field, you won't have to yield
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If you want protection you can hide behind the shield
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[Q-TIP]
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You can gain on the gallons if you really need to rock
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Look we walk while we talk as we stompin' through the block
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Hand in hand cross the land as Muhammad cross the fade
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It's a Tribe who meanders, precious like a jade
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It's a art, Theo arch rhymes the ground their placed upon
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The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond
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Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail
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You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail
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See the levels peakin' as the rhythms keep a screechin'
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A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preachin'
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The point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far
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The loudiness is ringin' as we scoot across the star
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We are bulgin' I'm indulgin' in a rat-a-tat-tat
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Explanation for the liners that the rhythm is phat
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Keep it wild, wide and deep, you can dig it in a jeep
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But dig it in the ground because your foot print now
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[Q-TIP]
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If there's a storm that's brewin', it won't keep us from doin'
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our thing as we start swingin', travellin' is bringin'
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joy inside the domes as we hit the road to roam
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A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home
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Because my skin is brown, yo' I'm gonna' do the town
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Rub it in the face and rub my feet all through the place
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When you get your finger on the music it'll linga'
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Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singa'
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A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that
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Remember me the brotha' who said "Black is Black"
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You can come while we quest, I don't play, I don't just
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Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we the best
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Makin' moves, makin' motions, flowin' like an ocean
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The walkin' will continue, we know that we will bring you
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The times that you have waited, long anticipated
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Be gone but not for long because the feet will stay strong
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Footprint
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A Tribe Called Quest |