Oh My God Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Oh My God Lyrics

    [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 hott
    V-a-v-a-vader, the brothers in the spot
    Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hit
    Captain of the poets, i'm 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
    It's time to flip this
    I like my beats hard like two day old shit
    Steady eatin booty m.c's 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 then t.l.c.
    Now the formula is this me, tip, and ali
    For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3
    The answer(scratch-damn right i'm)hiccup is how i be
    Brothers find it's hard to do but never me
    Some brothers try to dis my malik
    You see'm 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
    When'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 be
    The theif 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 toots just beleive the sin
    Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place
    Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race

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

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