[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)