Footprints

[Verse 1: Q-Tip] As we start trudging, me and my brothers we be looking and be bugging Vehicles of life they be rolling and be nudging Searching for the virgins of life That be shoving out the door that's crack The valleys of time, are always on my feet As least the beat will combine The calluses and corns with the funky bassline You don't need underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat Well can I get a level on the bass and on the treble Footing up and down like a UNLV Rebel The answer be amongst us cos we rarely dig acoustics Can't be too much flacking, not too much packing You must container that at least to dip your hand in rap Your feet will be infectious so at least realise the fact The rhythms are inserted and the nurse can be converted This ain't rock 'n' roll cos the rap is in control If you're a megastar, worth will buy you a car I'd rather go barefooting, for prints I will be putting All over the earth if we can get there first Now that we are in it, footprints are being printed So if you recognize em, you can try to size em They'll probably be the ones with the size not frying All over reveal, you won't have to yield If you want protection you can hide behind the shield [Verse 2: Q-Tip] You can game on the gallons if you really need to rock But we walk while we talk as we stomping through the block Hand in hand 'cross the land as Muhammad cross the fade It's a Tribe who meanders, precious like a jade It's a art, Theo arch rhymes the ground placed upon The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail See the levels peaking as the rhythms keep-a screeching A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preaching The point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far The loudiness is ringing as we scoot across the star We are bulging, I'm indulging in a rat-a-tat-tat Explanation for the liners that the rhythm is phat Keep it wild, wide and deep, you could dig it in a jeep But dig it in the ground because the foot print now [Verse 3: Q-Tip] If there's a storm that's brewing, it won't keep us from doing Our thing as we start swinging, travelling is bringing Joy inside the domes as we hit the road to roam/Rome A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home Because my skin is brown, yo I'm gonna do the town Rub it in the face and rub my feet all through the place When you get your finger on the music it'll linger Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singer A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that Remember me, the brother who said "Black is black" You can come by request, I don't play, I don't dress Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we the best Making moves, making motions, flowing like an ocean The walking will continue, we know that we will bring you The times that you have waited, more anticipated Be gone but not for long because the feet will stay strong