Lyrics Push It Along - A Tribe Called Quest
(Q-Tip)
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
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
livin',
Africans
be
givin
A
lot
to
the
cause
′cause
the
cause
has
been
risen
Some
brothers,
they
be
flammin',
thinkin′
we
ain't
slammin
Comin′
off
like
the
days
where
we
used
to
wear
the
tans
and
A
blue-colllar
talker,
a
hemisphere
stalker
A
glass
of
O.J
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
colours,
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:
Push
it
along,
push
it
along.
Push
it
along,
yeah,
push
it
along.
(repeat
4x)
(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?
ham
and
eggs,
I
eat
chicken,
chicken,
chicken
Should
I
release
the
lever,
the
lever
of
the
clever
Embelish
on
the
funk
as
we
start
to
endeavour?
The?
wraughts?
of
the
rap
filling
up
the
gap
With
the
smash
of
a
hand
and
a
little
toe
tap
(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
tribe
and
error
Constantly
rude
as
some
sort
of
tribal
terror
The
street
can′t
depart
from
the
bloody
heart
Repair
the
wear
and
tear,
don't
start
'fore
it
starts
Won′t
be
gone
for
long,
listen
to
the
song
If
you
can′t
pull
it,
all
ya
gotta
do
is
Repeat
chorus
(Q-Tip)
Marchin'
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
propoganda
Keep
it
in
boom
and
never
will
we
slander
? 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
Gracy
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
tryin′
to
rule
that
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
Repeat
chorus
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