Oh My God

Oh My God 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 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 I don't know Oh My God 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