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 rhyme where yo ass be  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 "anti-batty boy big up" is who I be  Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me  Some brothas try to dis the Malik  You see'm catchin me  Nah care bout them booty MCs, my shit be hittin  Trini 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