Lyrics:

[q-tip]:
Listen up everybody the bottom line
Im 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 hott
V-a-v-a-vader, the brothers in the spot
Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hit
Captain of the poets, im the #7 pick
Lick, lick, lick boy on your backside
Lick, lick, lick boy on your backside
Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide
Tip the earthly body
Heavens on my side
Even in santo domingo
Can i gotta gringo
We got mikes when do we go
Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me
Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy
Phife dawg
1 for the treble
2 for the bass
You know the style tip
Its time to flip this
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Steady eatin booty m.cs like cheese grits
My man al b. sure, hes in effect mode
Used to have a crush on dawn from en vogue
Its not like honey dip would wanna get with me
But just in case i own more condoms then t.l.c.
Now the formula is this me, tip, and ali
For those who cant count it goes 1-2-3
The answer(scratch-damn right im)hiccup is how i be
Brothers find its hard to do but never me
Some brothers try to dis my malik
You seem ditchin me
Now cure all the b.b. m.c.s my shit is hittin
Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater
Shaheed push the fader from here to granada
Mr. energetic, who me sound pathetic
Whens the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
(i dont know man(3x))
(i dont know(2x))

[chorus]:
(oh my god yes, oh my god(10))

[q-tip]
Complimentary it be
The theif of poetry
I got a humdinger comin hook line and sinker
The timbo hits with the prints underground
Timbos on the toes, i like the way its goin down
Down like the lady of the evenin
When it goes in toots just beleive the sin
Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place
Take off your boots cuz you cant run the race

[chorus]:
(oh my god(14))