Lyrics:

[Q-tip]:Listen up everybody the bottom lineI'm a black intellect, but unrefinedwith precision like a bullet, target boundjust livin like a hooker, the harlett soundsnow when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hottV-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spotJalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hitCaptain of the poets, I'm the #7 picklick, lick, lick boy on your backsidelick, lick, lick boy on your backsidelisten to the fader, Shaheed lets it glideTip the earthly bodyheavens on my sideeven in Santo DomingoCan I gotta Gringowe got mikes when do we goknow a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask meshort, dark, and plus his voice is raspyPhife Dawg1 for the treble2 for the bassyou know the style Tipit's time to flip thisI like my beats hard like two day old shitsteady eatin booty M.C's like cheese GritsMy man Al B. Sure, he's in effect modeused to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogueit's not like honey dip would wanna get with mebut just in case I own more condoms then T.L.C.now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Alifor those who can't count it goes 1-2-3The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is how i bebrothers find it's hard to do but never mesome brothers try to dis my malikyou see'm ditchin menow cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittintrainin gladiator, anti-hesitaterShaheed push the fader from here to GranadaMr. energetic, who me sound patheticwhen's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?(I don't know man(3x))(I don't know(2x))[Chorus]:(Oh My God yes, Oh my god(10))[Q-Tip]Complimentary it bethe theif of PoetryI got a humdinger comin hook line and sinkerthe TIMBO hits with the prints undergroundTIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin downdown like the lady of the evenin when it goes in Toots just beleive the sincuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the placeTake off your boots cuz you can't run the race[Chorus]:(Oh My God(14))

A Tribe Called Quest Oh My God