We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place
with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, NC, VA
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place
with the mic in their hand
Oaktown LA, 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 MOMO
Ludicrously speedy,
or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, JB's on the promo
In 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 groove
but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal,
if you got knowledge of 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 that that that (come on)
Do that, do that,
do do that that that (okay)
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 a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place
with the mic in their hand
Chinatown Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on a world 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 a 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 check the steps
I roll with Shaheed and the brother Abstract
Niggas know the time
when 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 mampi
The wackest crews try to diss,
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. ...
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place
with the mic in their hand
S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place
with the mic in their hand
Chinatown Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place
with the mic in their hand
Houston Delaware, DC, Dallas
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place
with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, N.C., VA
A Tribe Called Quest 
