Buggin' Out

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

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Listen up everybody the bottom line

I'm a black intellect but unrefined

With precision like a bullet target bound

Just living 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

Drafting 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 let's 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 ni**a who can ryhme when you ask me

Short dark and plus his voice is raspy

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 sh*t

Steady eating 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 thisme tip and ali

For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3

The anti batty boy big up is who I be

Brothers find it's hard to do but never me

Some brothers try to diss malik

You see 'em bitching me

No care about them dibby MC my sh*t is hitting

Training 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

I don't know man

I don't know man

I don't know

I don't know

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

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Complimentary it be

The thief of poetry

I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker

The timbo hits with the prints underground

Timbo's on the toes I like the way it's going down

Down like the lady of the evening

When it goes in hun just beleive the sin

Cuz queens is the county jamaica is the place

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 wilding 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 sh*t

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