Lyrics:
In time my brother, In time
Everybody thinks Q-Tip is odd
'Cause holy, holy Q-Tip speaks of God
The changes of time arranges a rhyme
Rhymers (?)
"Usually it starts by, you know
Crossing out mostly you know
One neighborhood will put their writing
On the wall, and then, you know
We come in right
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
me a try to kiss me enough? Hun?
Oh, please love meean French, French mean love, everybody love my accent
Why nobody like it? Q-Tip would write
would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P.
And before you knew T.I.P.
I was tippin' strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'.
So, when you ask me
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
trickin' and my Tribe
Be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin' the full clip in em
Splittin' and strippin' em down while spittin' a round
the bag it was
Wrapped tight and snug
But in that bag yo, in that bag
45, guess what? (What was it Lyte?)
It was a box of q-tips a
Box of fuckin q-tips man!
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension
With the glare but
Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer
Vi-Vi-Vida loca (bullet)
High as a kite, never sober (shaka)
Python, hit him with a Cobra
Free up my bro,
the hops, bottom out until the top of the top tip hits with grit shit
Then I'ma shift into high gear, my year, every year
Let me hear someone near cheer
Q
takin' a beatin'
You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin'
[Q-Tip]
I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be
We play
With gold plated grenades
We play
With gold plated grenades
I'm all up in your ears like a Q tip
I don't mean a q tip I'm mean I'm like
Yea, it's been a long time coming man. What everybody's been waiting. Throw your hands up now.
Q
EVERYBODY IN THE FRONT OF THE CLUB (Throw your
of the Pole
White castle, sushi date
I know shes foxy, but I'll show up late
I don't have a wraith
But Head games still on the plate
I Quench thirst, juice by
a trap bitch, she got bout four golds
She sell the gas by the Q-P and she cook dough
I got a corporate bitch, she make bout six figures
And she a white
initiate the buddy with a slap
For the next
I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And when I quest for the Buddy I don't fess
For my Jimmy wants
initiate the buddy with a slap
For the next
I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And when I quest for the Buddy I don't fess
For my Jimmy wants
or fuck with the truth
Re-educate yourself, enroll in KQU
That's King Q Tip University
Where I teach you how to be the best H.O.E.
You can keep fucking
energy
That's bottled in hollow tips bitch you not a friend of me
Just rot in memories
Caught up daily trying to save myself from me to ever bother 'bout
can't tell by what's inside
That look inside your empty eyes
Oh ay oh oh
Oh oh ay oh
My friends are telling me you'll take me no where
Oh ay oh oh
Oh oh
be seen by writing lines...this game is open I need closure so I’m going out firing, Kobe Lebronin Peyton or Bettis on the Bus chasing this lettuce,
You want to see a young brother from the Compton tip check a grip
Well, keep lookin', because the C-A-M-E-O track is cookin'
Like a big ol' pot
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