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