Oh My God-A Tribe Called Quest

[00:22.46]Listen up everybody, the bottom line [00:24.89]I'm a black intellect, but unrefined [00:27.42]With precision like a bullet, target bound [00:30.04]Just living like a hooker, the harlot sounds [00:32.41]Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot [00:35.13]Heat of the equator, the broth that's in the pot [00:37.59]Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip [00:40.35]Drafting of the poets, I'm the #7 pick [00:42.73]Licks licks licks boy 'pon your backside [00:45.32]Licks licks licks boy 'pon your backside [00:47.85]Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide [00:50.52]Tip the earthly body, heaven's on my side [00:53.05]Even in Santo Domingo when I got a Gringo [00:56.50]We got mics, when do we go? [00:58.14]Know a little ***** who can rhyme when you ask me [01:00.68]Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy [01:03.16] [01:03.92]1 for the treble, 2 for the bass [01:05.85]You know the style Tip, it's time to flip this [01:08.02]I like my beats hard like two day old **** [01:10.63]Steady eating booty MCs like cheese grits [01:13.19]My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode [01:15.83]Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue [01:18.47]It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me [01:20.92]But just in case I own more condoms than T.L.C [01:23.17]Now the formula is this: me, Tip, and Ali [01:25.83]For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 [01:28.73]The anti batty boy, big up is who I be [01:30.98]Brothers find this hard to do but never me [01:33.49]Some brothers try to diss but Malik, you see 'em *****ing [01:36.15]Me no care about them dibby MC, my **** is hitting [01:39.13]Trini gladiator, anti-hesitater [01:41.12]Shaheed push the fader from here to Grenada [01:43.62]Mr Energetic, who me sound pathetic? [01:46.18]When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? [01:48.77](I don't know man, I don't know man, I don't know man) [01:51.98](I don't know, I don't know) [01:53.68] [01:54.31]Oh my God, yes, oh my God [01:56.19](Repeat x8) [02:14.71] [02:15.02]Complementary are we, the three for poetry [02:16.64]I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker [02:19.18]The Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground [02:22.28]Timbos on the toes, I like the way it's going down [02:24.40]Down like a lady of the evening [02:26.62]When it goes in Toots just believe it's in [02:29.18]Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place [02:31.82]Take off your cleats cause you can't run the race [02:34.56] [02:34.90](Repeat to fade)