J Dilla - Mardi Gras at Midnight lyrics

[Produced by The Ummah] [Verse 1: Q-Tip] African-American with the power, just tapped in to the cultural gin That be swallowin our minds, whole, but yo bust it Empty a** rappers get me fueled and disgusted Can't even kick a rhyme about yourself properly Listen man I'll show you why you ain't toppin me Epitomy of levelheadedness Whose concern is how ill I come off and how that ill that I dress I don't, hit you with a whole bunch of bullsh** On the microphone I keep my prose fluid Speakin to them people in a Tongue that's Native Not with an ego that's anti-creative Conscious to the fact that I'm a talented lad Make your move at a jam and feel better when sad Hey, "Assalamu Alaikum" to them firm true believers Hope yall pretty good as the message reciever Cause yo we got to take things in-to our own hands And be aware of these dangerous, plentiful lands That we exist within and combat and shake on But do it over Tribe because Tribe is the bomb We get through, especially if you got my back The Abstract use machete cuttin down on slab And we do it like this, rarely do we miss Catch you in the chest with an eagle claw fist And back you, get it two by four and she'll lack you Tip you only find a n***a now that out raps you Or gets at you, and insists that you do it Cause you make it smooth and you make it like fluid [Chorus: Q-Tip & Rah Digga]​​ Sometimes I just be wonderin How these cats be com-in IN .......... I think we need to rectify this Rah (And show these muthaf**as how we Mardi Gras) [Verse 2: Rah Digga] The name's Digga and I'm on, a mission to be larger Than them crackers that be running Time Warner [That's-right] I take it further, even runnin' sh** in Persia With acquisitions and merges "You takin' me?" I might have you stressin "Your rap styles clear," but I'm the only danger pressin Rah lyrics with "UMMAH" productions Be phatter than a chick that had liposuction They wasn't ready, for that which came T'was a slim little hunny after the fat b**h sang I break it down like quadratic equations You luke warm, my sh** hotter than Cajuns [Lacin]Stop, you ain't even worth my while Mama boy tryin to play it like he motherless child The whole rap industry's in upheaval They play enough times then I just might believe you Heads was still rhymin Glock with clock I was puttin sh** together phatter than 10 Shirley Murdock's Ain't nuthin but a buncha, thorns in my side like you was acupuncture Bust it, playin post with me? that's unruly No matter how bougie you'll still be a moolie It's Rah Digga from the O-U-T's Having bullsh** rappers going "Woe is me" [Verse 3: Q-Tip] We demonstrate MCing and music Laced with the raw P-funk you must choose it We Buck Rogers, aiyyo we sun you like Twiggie Girls be like (he's jiggy), and they friends be like (who is he?) Mastering the mic like Jordan with the pill Showing a n***a love cause a n***a got sk**s A little sumthin sumthin, corny cats must flee Rah Digga forms the lines with the Ab' MC [Verse 4: Rah Digga] Ahhhhh.... Peace Tip, the love flows abundant To Pacewon, the underdopeless and youngin Rappers be off on a tangent I could flow longer than the Van Wyck Backwards Stan Smith When I go bring the noise I sweep rappers by the "Bunch" like they Brady's boys So change your sound 'fore I claim that crown That's for all ya'll home girls on dangerous grounds [Chorus: Q-Tip & Rah Digga] Sometimes I just be wonderin How these cats be com-in IN .......... I think we need to rectify this right? (And show these muthaf**as how we Mardi Gras) [Yeah yeah Native Tongue's in the house](Mmm, hmm) [Yeah yeah Outsider's in the house](Outsiders in the hosue) [Yeah the UMMAH's in the hosue](UMMAH's in the house) [Big Tribe in the house]