Tony Smalios - Oh My God (Remix) lyrics

Chorus Q-Tip: Oh My God (16X) 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 hot Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 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 n***a who can ryhme when you ask me Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife 1 for the treble, 2 for the ba** You know my style Tip, now watch me rip this I like my beats harder than two day old sh** Steady eatin booty MCs 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 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 Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me Some brothas try to dis Malik you see'm catchin me Don't worry about them booty MCs, my sh** be hittin Trainin 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(3x) I don't know(2x) Chorus: (Q-Tip) Complimentary it be the thief 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 hun just beleive the sin Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place (Phife: Take off your boots cuz 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 wildin sheets Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please See ya next LP and next CD and next ca**ette 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 cuz we the Midnight Marauders A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders Go to the record store and get the sh** We work hard We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders Queens got a zone, and Brooklyn got a zone Like that