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Kamaal Ibn John Fareed (born Jonathan Davis on April 10, 1970), better known by his stage name Q-Tip, is an American hip hop artist from St. Albans, Queens, New York, part of the critically acclaimed group A Tribe Called Quest. John Bush of Allmusic called him "the best rapper/producer in hip-hop history," while editors of About.com placed him on their list of the Top 50 Hip-Hop Producers, as well as placing him on their list of the Top 50 MCs of Our Time (1987–2007). In 2012, The Source ranked him #20 on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists of All Time. more »


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Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (people)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (bitches)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (animals)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huh
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
My flow all over the place, .44 in the waist
I'm so-so innovative, po-po went away, I roll over 'em and make bacon
And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds
I feel like God brought the vials and I am just layin' down inside 'em like caulk and tile
Q-Tip

Man, here we go
I said that we live in the land of criminals
My era, my era, my era so original
Uh uh, I survived it and that's a miracle
Ah, man
'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (people), check yourself
Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (bitches!)
Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (animals!)
I got 'em goin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (get down, nigga)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Yo, snappin' necks plus I'm live, in effect
I'm in the Slick Rick eyepatch, but I got it from Hex
Rappers avoid eye contact, that's outta respect
For the God in the flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex
They be like, "You put the Thought on? Yikes"
If I told y'all once, I told y'all twice, that motherfucker is nice
I'm the king of the blood sport, all mice
I'm from an era, you had beef? Y'all prolly fist fought on sight
Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite
Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice
I'm the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister
Leavin' every amateur inoperable, I finished 'em
Makin' plaques outta they head like dead venison
Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-ilitants
Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent
Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist
I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern
That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't as dope, was it?
I'm Coke buzzin', I never been low budget
The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it
I break free like Chesimard
Keep 'em guessin' hard while broads say my bars just like ASMR
All my dogs is at the reservoir
Top five, I'm where the legends are (keep goin')
Live at the edge of darkness and light
One phone call my youngins takin' flight
You a bark, bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight
I stay heated, my people in the place need it
If you ain't standin' up for yourself then stay seated
And they cheated, they lie like Amerigo
Vespucci, I'm a miracle, I'm still super lyrical
Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone
Thutmost the Third, with seven inch herringbones

Man, here we go
I said that we live in the land of criminals
My era, my era, my era so original
Uh uh, I survived it and that's a miracle
Ah, man
'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse, check yourself
Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself"
Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself"
I got 'em goin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (get down, nigga)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

Better hope an ambulance is en route
Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out
I am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine
All combine into one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run
'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun
They call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dun
Then like a shotgun I'm ready to cock it on 'em
Leave these pussies stretched out, like the Octo-Mom
Never had no trouble keepin' up with the times
I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's
When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly
Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why they call it a bird
'Cause you put it up in the sky
And I'm like a spider crawlin' up your spinal column
I'm climbin' all up the sides of the asylum wall
And dive in a pile of Tylenol, you like a vagina problem
To a diabolical gynecologist, tryna ball a fist I will
F*ck you just buy me, double timing the rhyming
I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me like Bill O'Reilly
I'ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019
I'm a conniving, when I'm on the mic I'ma standout
Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out
I'm a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I'm wearing
Me and this game, we got married already
Had the prenup ready, fucked on her, should've seen her belly
She barely was three months pregnant
Bitch had to give me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly
Now here's to LL, Big L and Dell
K-Solo, Treach and G Rap
DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC
Ed OG, and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee
King Tut, UTFO and Schoolly D, PE and BDP
YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy
From B-I-G and Paris B, Three Times Dope, and some we'll never see and PRT
N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS
Without him, I don't know where I'd be

Man, here we go
I said that we live in the land of criminals
My era, my era, my era so original
Uh uh, I survived it and that's a miracle
Ah, man
'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse, check yourself
Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself"
Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself"
I got 'em goin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (get down, nigga)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

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Written by: Andre G. Weston, Arthur Galt MacDermot, Charles Bobbit, Denaun M. Porter, Fred Wesley, James Brown, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Ryan Montgomery, Tariq Trotter, Trevor Smith, Willie D. Hines

Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ME GUSTA MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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