- A Tribe Called Quest
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Lyric "Footprints"
As we start trudgin'
Me and my brothas we be lookin' and be buggin'
Vehicles of life they be rollin' and be mergin'
Searchin' for the virgins of life
They'll be shovin' out the door of that's crack
The valley's 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
Well can I get a level on the bass and on the treble
Footin' up and down like a UNLV Rebel
The answer be amoungst us, well we rarely dig acoustics
Can't be too much flackin', not too much packin'
You must contain in that at least to dip your hip in rap
Your feet will be infectious so at least realise the fact
The rhythms are insertive and the nurse can be converted
This ain't rock 'n' roll cos the rap is in control
If your a megastar would you buy you a car?
I'd rather go barefootin', for prints I will be puttin'
All over the earth if we can get there first
Now that we are in it, Footprints will be imprinted
So if you recognise em', you can try to size em'
They'll probably be the one's with the size now flyin'
All over the field, you won't have to yield
If you want protection you can hide behind the shield

You can gain on the gallons if you really need to rock
Look we walk while we talk as we stompin' 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, Theo arch rhymes the ground their 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 peakin' as the rhythms keep a screechin'
A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preachin'
The point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far
The loudiness is ringin' as we scoot across the star
We are bulgin' I'm indulgin' in a rat-a-tat-tat
Explanation for the liners that the rhythm is phat
Keep it wild, wide and deep, you can dig it in a jeep
But dig it in the ground because your foot print now

If there's a storm that's brewin', it won't keep us from doin'
our thing as we start swingin', travellin' is bringin'
joy inside the domes as we hit the road to roam
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 linga'
Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singa'
A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that
Remember me the brotha' who said "Black is Black"
You can come while we quest, I don't play, I don't just
Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we the best
Makin' moves, makin' motions, flowin' like an ocean
The walkin' will conti
A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest is an American hip-hop trio that was formed in 1985, and was composed of MC and producer Q-Tip, MC Phife Dawg and DJ and producer Ali Shaheed Muhammad. A fourth member, rapper Jarobi White, left the group after their first album in 1991.