Sangtekst: A Tribe Called Quest. Footprint.

As we start trudgin', me and my brothers we be lookin' and be buggin'
Vehicles of life they be rollin' and be mergin'
Searchin' for the virgins of life
That be shovin' 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
Footin' up and down like a U N L V rebel
The answer be amongst us cos we rarely dig acoustics
Can't be too much flackin', not too much packin'
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 barefootin', for prints I will be puttin'
All over the earth if we can get there first
Now that we are in it, footprints are bein printed
So if you recognise 'em, you can try to size 'em
They'll probably be the ones with the size not fryin'
All over reveal, you won't have to yield
If you want protection you can hide behind the shield

You can game on the gallons if you really need to rock
But we walk while we talk as we stompin' 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 peakin' as the rhythms keep a screechin'
A quest, oh yes a quest, inside the jam I will keep preachin'
The point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far
The loudiness is ringin' as we scoot across the star
We are bulgin', I'm indulgin' 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

If there's a storm that's brewin', it won't keep us from doin'
Our thing as we start swingin', travellin is bringin'
Joy inside the domes as we hit the road to 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 of 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
Makin' moves, makin' motions, flowin' like an ocean
The walkin' 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