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 nigga who can ryhme when you ask me   Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy      Phife   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 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 shit 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 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 cuz we the Midnight Marauders   A yo, we out cuz 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