Push It Along

Q-Tip is my title, I don't think that is vital

For me to be your idol but dig this recital

If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissing

Slinging this and that 'cause this and that was missing

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'

Coming 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 walker

If you're in a Jeep and you dig what you're hearing

Can I get a beep and a side order of cheering?

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

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

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 would 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 roots of the rap filling up the gap

With the smash of a hand and a little toe tap

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 this last for the gipper and the witty

This ain't trial and error, more like Tribing 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

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

Marching off the project, we hope that you will subject

The school to be your object and never, ever reject

The Tribe who meanders through drunken propaganda

Keep it in boom and never will we slander

Redeems 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 flipping crazy, give my love to Gracie

God, could you help 'cause this Quest is crazy spacey?

The pigs are wearing blue and in a year or two

We'll be going up the creek in a great big canoe

What we gonna do to 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 that

We just want a slab of the ham, don't you know black?

This society of fake reality

I'm nothing 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

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

And people can stick to travels through the past of funk and rhythm

But firstly I'm gonna introduce my tribe (Hey)

The Tribe Called Quest

Let me hear my tribe of Questers make some noise

Firstly the foundation, the sound provider

Ali Shaheed Muhammad

And my right-hand man, the one they call

Phife

The top of the pyramid, the leader

Q-Tip

At last but not least, least but not last

The mystic man himself, me

Jarobi

Yo, I'm walking down a long windy road

Yeah, with my Questers

In my way there's a boulder, yeah

But do 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, push it along)

Yeah (Push it along)

Yeah

Keep it rolling (Keep it rolling)

Keep it rolling (Keep it rolling)

(Keep it rolling fool)

You know we're back in the studio

And a friend of mine asked me

About the luck of Lucien

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