Lyrical Breakdown of Award Tour - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Award Tour" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A Tribe Called Quest weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Award Tour" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A Tribe Called Quest employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to A Tribe Called Quest's narrative.

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(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) (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) Oaktown, LA, San Fran’, St. John (Right) People, give your ears, so I be sublime It’s enjoyable to know you and the concubines Niggas, take off your coats Ladies, act like gems Sit down Indian style as we recite these hymns See, lyrically, I’m Mario Andretti on the MOMO Ludicrously speedy or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the ‘80s, JBs on “The Promo” In my never-endin’ quest to get the paper on the caper But now, let me take it to the Queens side I’m takin’ it to Brooklyn side All the residential Questers who invade the air Hold up a second, son, ‘cause we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and groove, but don’t crap the roll See, my shit is universal if you got knowledge of dolo Or delf or self, see there’s no one else Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that So, who that, do that, do-do that, that, that (Come on) Who that, do that, do-do that, that, that (Yeah, okay) Do that, do that, do-do that, that, that I’m buggin’ out, but let me get back, ‘cause I’m wettin’ niggas So run and tell the others, ‘cause we are the brothers I learned how to build mics in my workshop class So give me this award and let’s not make it the last (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) Back in ‘89, I simply slid into place Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face A lot of kids was bustin’ rhymes but they had no taste Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case? I have a quest to have a mic in my hand Without that, it’s like Kryptonite and Superman So, Shaheed, come in with the sugar cuts Phife Dawg’s my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy? Lyrics anonymous, you’ll never hear me copy Top notch, baby, never coming 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 the dance floor, come move that ass Non-believers, you can check the steps 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 over sized 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’ dif’ or take that garbage to St. Elsewhere (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) 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 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