A Tribe Called Quest Mr. Muhammad Lyrics
People’s Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm Track Listing
1 Push It Along
2 Luck of Lucien
3 After Hours
5 I Left My Wallet in El Segundo
6 Pubic Enemy
7 Bonita Applebum
8 Can I Kick It?
9 Youthful Expression
10 Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)
11 Mr. Muhammad
12 Ham ’n’ Eggs
13 Go Ahead in the Rain
14 Description of a Fool
Dip, dip, dive, to the socialized
Issued rhythms that are on the rise.
Step right up, with an opened circuit.
Get this current, don't you know it's worth it?
Presented with tribe's intricacy,
Compared, don't you know? Vibe electricity
Strong like a bomb, quick like a comet,
Can I get whatever from Mr. Muhammad?
If Muhammad has the breaks, who will have the backs?
Bodies set it up all flow to rhythm stack.
Okay, I see my brother, (huh,) you know what we can do? (What?)
Cruise with the rhythms, Shaheed will lead us too. (Yeah.)
Posin' with the hotties, (huh) harder than the hard. (Hard.)
Still, Muhammad plays with a full deck of cards. (Card.)
The tribe's stuff is present, (yeah,) established with the beat. (Beat.)
We roll around on wheels, (huh,) or utilise the feet. (Feet.)
Go and keep progressin', (huh,) egos of the tribe. (Tribe.)
If we have to swing it, we won't take a dive. (Dive.)
Comprende my compadre? (Yeah.) Kid you want some more? (Yeah.)
Muhammad push the button, (huh;) sample sing the score. (Ho.)
Brothers try to pose, up with the tribesmen.
Rhythm on your toes, yes, it's the funk again.
Appreciate the flow, denounce the circuit breakers.
Do it with the best, the movers and the shakers.
Bustin' out your heap, my vehicle.
Burnin' up the felts rhythm's up to me.
It will be strong like a bomb, quick like a comet;
Can I get a whatever from Mr. Muhammad?
Sitting on the dock, (huh,) fin' to make a wish. (Word.)
Muhammad, oh Muhammad, (huh,) damn you're quite a dish. (Dish.)
Fondling the groove, (groove,) with the mystic sense. (Sense.)
Honies, won't you try? (Huh.) They push you in the tents. (Tents.)
But I don't give a damn, (word) rhythms make you swing. (Huh.)
If you don't like it, (no) you can pucker up.
You listenin', Mr. Quayle? (Yeah.) If you're hiding, just give up.
I'm a rhythm monster, (wild) who's out on a prowl. (Yeah.)
Muhammad gives a hoot, (hoot,) like Woodsy the owl. (Yeah.)
Comprende my compadre? (uh huh.) Kid you want some more? (Word.)
Muhammad, push the button; sample sing the score. (Oh.)
Written by: Kamaal ibn john fareed, ali shaheed jones-Muhammad, maurice white
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group