Oh My God

[q-tip]: Listen up everybody the bottom line I'm a black intellect, but unrefined With precision like a bullet, target bound Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds Now when i say the harlett, you know i mean the hott V-a-v-a-vader, the brothers in the spot Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hit Captain of the poets, i'm the #7 pick Lick, lick, lick boy on your backside Lick, lick, lick boy on your backside Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body Heavens on my side Even in santo domingo Can i gotta gringo We got mikes when do we go Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife dawg 1 for the treble 2 for the ba*s You know the style tip It's time to flip this I like my beats hard like two day old shit Steady eatin booty m.c'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 wanna get with me But just in case i own more condoms then t.l.c. Now the formula is this me, tip, and ali For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer(scratch-damn right i'm)hiccup is how i be Brothers find it's hard to do but never me Some brothers try to dis my malik You see'm ditchin me Now cure all the b.b. m.c.'s my shit is hittin Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to granada Mr. energetic, who me sound pathetic When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? (i don't know man(3x)) (i don't know(2x)) [chorus]: (oh my god yes, oh my god(10)) [q-tip] Complimentary it be The theif of poetry I got a humdinger comin hook line and sinker The timbo hits with the prints underground Timbo's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down Down like the lady of the evenin When it goes in toots just beleive the sin Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race [chorus]: (oh my god(14))