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Artiste : A Tribe Called Quest
Titre : Oh My God
[Q-Tip]
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 harlot sounds

Now when I say the harlot, you know I mean the hot
Heat of the equator, the broth that´s in the pot
Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
Drafting of the poets, I´m the #7 pick
Licks licks licks boy ´pon your backside
Licks licks licks boy ´pon your backside
Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide
Tip the earthly body, heaven´s on my side
Even in Santo Domingo when I got a Gringo
We got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can rhyme 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 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 T.L.C
Now the formula is this: me, 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 this hard to do but never me
Some brothers try to diss but Malik, you see ´em bitching
Me no care about them dibby MC, my shit is hitting
Trini gladiator, anti-hesitater
Shaheed push the fader from here to Grenada
Mr 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)

[Busta Rhymes]
Oh my God, yes, oh my God
(x8)

[Q-Tip]
Complementary are we, the three for poetry
I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker
The Timbo hoofs with the prints on the ground
Timbos on the toes, I like the way it´s going down
Down like a lady of the evening
When it goes in Toots just believe it´s in
Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
Take off your cleats cause you can´t run the race

(ad lib)

The title MC means Master of Ceremony
Some people who MC don´t know what this term means