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Lyricist: A Tribe Called Quest
Lyrics:
anonymous, you'll never hear me copy
Top notch, baby, never comin' 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 a dance floor, come move that ass
Non-believers, you can check the stats
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
Comin' with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees
Livin' mad phat like an oversized 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 somethin' here
Make somethin' def or take that garbage to St. Elsewhere
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true)
Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true)
SC, Maryland, New Orleans, Motown (Right, true)
(Right, true)
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true)
Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true)
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo (Right, true)
(Right, true)
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true)
Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true)
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas (Right, true)
(Right, true)
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man (Right, true)
Goin' each and every place with the mic in their hand (Right, true)
New York, NJ, NC, VA (Right, true)
Seven times out of ten, we listen to our music at night
Thus spawned the title of this program
The word maraud means to loot
In this case, we maraud for ears