Q-tip - Push it Along lyrics

[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 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 flamming, thinking we ain't slammin' Coming off like the days where we used to wear the tans and A blue-collar talker, a hemisphere stalker A gla** of OJ and a ten mile walk-a 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 [Hook] 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 ticking, 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 roots 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 [Hook] 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 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 Gracy 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, 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 Are 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 [Hook] Push it along, push it along Push it along, yeah, push it along