[Chorus: Q-Tip]

Oh My God [Repeat: x16]



[Q-Tip]

Listen up everybody the bottom line

I'm a black intellect, but unrefined

With precision like a bullet, target bound

Just living like a hooker, the harlett sounds

Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot

Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot

Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip

Draftin of the poets, I'm the number seven pick

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide

Tip the earthly body

Heaven's on my side

Even in Santo Domingo

Can I gotta Gringo

Yo, we got mics, when do we go?

Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me

Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy



[Phife]

1 for the treble, 2 for the bass

You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this

I like my beats harder than two day old shit

Steady eating booty MC's like cheese grits

My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode

Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue

It's not like honey dip would want to get with me

But just in case I own more condoms than TLC

Now the formula is this, Me, Tip, and Ali

For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3

The answer, big up is how I be

Brothers find it's hard to do, but never me

Some brothers try to dis Malik

You see'm catchin me

Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin

Training gladiator, anti-hesitator

Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada

Mister energetic

Who me, sound pathetic?

When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

I don't know man [Repeat: x3]

I don't know [Repeat: x2]



[Chorus]



[Q-Tip]

Complimentary it be

The thief of Poetry

I got a humdinger coming hook, line and sinker

The Timbo hits with the prints underground

Timbo's on the toes, I like the way it's going down

Down like the lady of the evening

When it goes in hun just believe the sin

Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place

(Take off your boots 'cause you can't run the race)

See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on

Do what,

Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes

My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice

This is how we do when we keep the wilding sheets

Cause we got to do it like this, we aim to please

See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette

Yo, we about to jet

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders

Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders

See ya next time cause we the Midnight Marauders

A yo, we out cause we the Midnight Marauders

Go to the record store and get the shit

We work hard

We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders

Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own

Like that

Writer : REDD/DAVIS, JOHN/MUHAMMAD, ALI/TAYLOR, MALIK IZAAK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group