Midnight Marauders

[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))

"oh my god!" -> busta rhymes (16x)

[phife dawg]
There's a million mc's that claim they want some
But see, i create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to sayers ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend steven at the home depot
Lowerton is in the house, i can't forget southside
Walk past mc's like that girl did the pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the mc with the know-how
Act like you know, not now, but right now
Beast of the east, on mc's i have a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like shanice
Straight out jamaica scene, jamaica, queens
But you could find me out in georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, malik won't look good
If malik don't look good, the quest won't look good
If the quest don't look good, then queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, new york won't look good
Picture phife losin a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit
Did i hear somethin bout a crew? what they wanna do?
You better call mr. babyface, so he can bring out _the cool in you_
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by toni braxton
And i'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat mc's, i'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like chief some-shit
Big up myself everytime when it comes to this
Mc's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead from hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that i was breast fed
You know the steelo when the diggy dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the mc's outta queens
That goes for onyx, ll, run-d.m.c.
Akinyele, nasty nas and the extra p
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, tip don't worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin
Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin
Yo, tip don't worry dunn you know i get the party jumpin
Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (ooohh...)

"oh my god!" -> busta rhymes (16x)

[q-tip] (over busta rhymes)
La, la, la, la..
Doop, doo, do, do..
La, la, la, la..
Shooby-doop, do, do..
La, la, la, la..
Shooby-doo, do, do..
You know i'm on the other, for the top 40
Haha, you gotta do it like this..

We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, kids memorize me
Everyday, i be scroungin, really, i be loungin
I play the down low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, i know that i can rhyme
Sometimes i rhyme in riddles, plus i make the hunnies wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills
Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me
The ab doesn't study near nonsense money
Life seems to meet me, mc's seem too cheesy
With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, i'm a soul man
Bet'cha bottom dolla, vinia will make ya holla
As ya stand at attention, did i forget to mention
Mc's will give me twenty, if i sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, i sound redundant
Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat
I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder
That i get plenty of tail, well i even get white
I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that
Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then i'm off
While my nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox
For tier means creator, the poetry relator
It's hemp, like betsy ross, let me tell you who's the boss

La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes)
La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes)
La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes) smooth it y'all
La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes)
La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes)
La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes)
La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes)
La, la, la.. ("oh my god!" -> busta rhymes)

Queens got a zoo
Brooklyn got a zoo
Bronx got a zoo
Long island got a zoo
Long island.. got the zone
Jersey got a zoo
Philly got a zoo
Milwaukee got a zoo
L.a. got a zoo
Oaktown got the zone

La, la, la.. (4x)
See, i like to get down jack

"i'm bout to wreck ya body and say turn the party out" --> bizmarkie
(repeat 4x)

Phife:

Them can't touch me no, them can't touch me
Them can't hold me no, them can't hold me (2x)
(q-tip: damn, phife you got fat!)
Yeah, i know it looks pathetic
Ali shaheed muhammad got me doing calisthenics
Needless to say, boy i'm bad to the bone
Making love to my mic like jarobi on the phone
But um, no time for jokes (what!), there's bills to be paid (what!)
Hoes to be laid (what!), punks to be sprayed (what!)
Chumps to attack, so my man watch your back
Cuz '93 means skills are a must, so never lack (uh!)
Sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie
Your styles are incomplete, same as vinny testaverde
Battlin, whenever -- hot damn!
Give me the microphone bwoy, one time, bam!

Q-tip:

Keep it on the corner, cuz here comes the heat
Lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat
As we proceed to elevate you, we in fo-fo
Run and tell your dad the abstract's the bag
As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has ass
Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras
To make the average hardrock and cock the glock
And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot
I be ingredients, like sugar and candy
If your life is broke, girl i'll be the handy-dandy
That commends you, my fee is a shower
For you, i'll scrub your back and i'll soap the butt-crack
Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
Fuckin with the ab, you got the greatest of gifts
Yo, my mic is sounding bug. bob power, you there?(yeah)
Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear(echo)

Chorus(x8):
(q-tip: after fourth time)
Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
Fuckin with the ab, you got the greatest of gifts
A-yo, my mic is sounding bug. bob power, you there?
Adjust the bass and treble...ok, could you come in tip?

Q-tip:

Whoop, back yourself man. come watch me drop it
For showing me i could do it, for showing me i can rock it
Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
I got soul on a hymn, like jehovah's got the witness
Musically, the three, poetically, be me
We in jammin on the airwaves, kids just rave
Obey the mcs, cuz the mcs say
We flippin more niggaz like we super dave
But noticin my stature, y'all niggaz know we gotcha
Movin to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
Movin with the grace, here we go, let's begin
Makin people jump out their goddamn skin
Lyrically, we bite like we rin tin tin
Peace to grand pu and his many, many skins
Don't mark with the arrow, cuz we know we get the wins
It's the ab, shaheed, and the dawg for the blend

Chorus(until end):

Q-tip:

I wanna say peace to my man rob p, my man jerod, and
Skeff anslem on the help out and we out like shout
Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
I don't wanna say nine-tre
Cause my man extra p said don't say the years
So, it's for eternity, know what i'm sayin?
Rock rock on, everybody in queens, rock rock on
Everybody in brooklyn, rock rock on
Money earnin mt. vernon, rock rock on
Everybody in jersey, rock rock on
Everybody in philly rock rock on
Everybody in houston, rock rock on
Everybody la, rock rock on
Everybody in the sand, rock rock on
Everybody in egypt, rock rock on
Everybody nigeria, rock rock on
Everybody in london, rock rock on
Everybody in sweden, rock rock on
Everybody in beware, rock rock on
To the niggaz on the famous, rock rock on
Everybody no name, rock rock on
To the kids at nu-clear, rock rock on
The cave rock rock on. mcdonald's, rock rock on

Chorus dove from de la soul:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New york, nj, n.c., va
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, l.a., san fran, st. john

Q-tip:
People give your ears so i be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gents
Sit down, indian style, as we recite these hymns
See, lyrically i'm mario andretti on the mo-mo
Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, j beez on the promo
On my never endin quest to get the paper on the
Caper
But now, let me take it to the queens side
I'm takin it to brooklyn side
All the residential questers to invade the way
Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there
You can be a black man and lose all your soul
You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and
Dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)
Do that, do that, do do that that that(ok)
Do that, do that, do do that that that
I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz i'm wettin
Niggaz
So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So give me this award, and let's not make it the
Last

Chorus:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, delaware, dc, dallas

Phife:
Back in '89, i simply slid into place
Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no
Taste
Some said quest was wack, but now is that the case
I have a quest to have the mic in my hand
Without that, it's like kryptonite and superman
So shaheed come in with the sugar cuts
Phife dawg's my name, but on stage, call me dynomutt
When was the last time you heard the phifer sloppy
Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy
Top notch baby, never comin less
Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in quest
Sit back , relax, get up out the path
If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that
Ass
Non-believers, you can check the stats
I roll with shaheed and the brotha abstract
Niggaz know the time when the quest is in the jam
I never let a statue tell me how nice i am
Comin with more hits than the braves and the yankees
Livin mad phat like an over sized bam-bi
The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh
When my track record's longer than a dc-20 aircraft
So, next time that you think you want somethin here
Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to st.
Elsewhere

Chorus:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.c., maryland, new orleans, motown
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, delaware, dc, dallas
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New york, nj, n.c., va

[q-tip]
Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) uhh
Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) ahh yeah, c'mon
Lyrics to go (lyrics to go)
Lyrics to go (lyrics to go) yeah yeah
Lyrics to go (lyrics to go)

Goin on and on to the rhythmic variation
Wakin in the morning i still represent the nation
When i speak of nation please don't make the deviation
Rebels of the party who create the jump sensation
Mind is a pit of different information
Microphone is on so of course communication
Bogle at the party then you got the bogle-ation
Decaptatin foes yo as if my name was jason (c'mon)
Makin all the fellas at the party lose composure
Hook up the beat with the mic and it's over (original, uh!)
A tribe called quest we on the run for whatever
Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor
Brothers know my steelo it's a letter to the better
If you see a shorty that you like, then you sweat her
Silly with the microphone, in other words i'm loco
Six foot zero with my height, complexion cocoa
Representin on the mic it seems to be my daily
I can do a split and turn around like alvin ailey
But when it comes to days like this i got lyrics to go

(i got lyrics to go) it's like that y'all, c'mon y'all
Lyrics to go it's like that y'all, c'mon y'all
(lyrics to go) it's like that

[phife dawg]
I know it's been two years but see the tribe was never fallin
Would have tried for singin but that stuff was not my callin
The mic is in effect so you know i'm never stallin
Walkin through the door and all them suckers started haulin
Talk a lot of trash but no one can seem to beat it
Pull out your microphone and watch the phifer make you eat it
The mc's they get jealy when the girly's on my belly
Kick a slow dance like my brother r. kelly (bust a rhyme)
Today's a hip-hop draft will i be top-seeded? (uhh)
Worked too frickin hard while all the rest were gettin weeded
Steady kickin styles so i can reach that other level (uh)
Don't worry about gettin gassed i push the pedal to the metal
Always wanted this cause it surely beats a scramble (right)
I'm jordan with the mic, huh, wanna gamble? (mmm)
This i dedicate to all the honiest that be bogle-in
Cause at the end of the night y'know malik will have his trojans
But when it comes to nights like this i got lyrics to go

Check it out y'all
(lyrics to go) it's like that y'all
Lyrics to go check it out y'all
(lyrics to go) it's like that y'all
Lyrics to go check it out y'all
(lyrics to go) it's like that y'all
Lyrics to go check it out y'all
(lyrics to go) it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all
Check it out y'all
It's like that y'all
Check it out y'all
It's like that y'all
Check it out here we go!

[q-tip]
Please proceed with caution cause the lyricist is fatal
I can kick your little monkey ass like kato (yes dread, uhh)
Formulate your rhymes like a child forms play-doh (right)
Calm and serene like the study was tayo
Poetry machine with correct mechanisms
Immune to disease i defeat organisms
That are waitin in my path, i overstep the critters
Give your ass the willies and your moms'll get the jitters (uh)
Winners turn to losers, losers are forgotten
Tangle in my fore with, hopes that i stop rockin
Never will that happen only if it is permitted (uhh)
Wait... i think somebody shitted (c'mon)
I guess that will be me cause i'm the only one mcin
I go for what i know doin a show for human beings
Always try to lead yo never will i follow
Blowin up the spot like fred did to rollo
And when it comes to days like this, i got lyrics to go

Check it out y'all
(lyrics to go) it's like that y'all
I got lyrics to go everybody
(i got lyrics to go) ah c'mon now
I got lyrics to go ah check it out y'all
(i got lyrics to go) it's like that now
I got lyrics to go everybody
(i got lyrics to go) ah c'mon now
I got lyrics to go check it out y'all
(i got lyrics to go) it's like that now
I got lyrics to go c'mon y'all
(i got lyrics to go) everybody
I got lyrics to go it's like that y'all
(i got lyrics to go) check it out now
I got lyrics to go ah c'mon y'all
(i got lyrics to go) everybody
I got lyrics to go it's like that y'all
(i got lyrics to go) check it out now
I got lyrics to go it's like that y'all
(i got lyrics to go) every-bo-ty
I got lyrics to go it's like that y'all
(i got lyrics to go) ah check it out now
It's like that y'all
Check it now
It's like that y'all
Check it now
It goes... uhh

"hey sucka nigga, whoever you are" (repeat 2x)
"hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga
Whoever you are, whoever you are"

[q-tip]
Aiyyo, turn it up muhammad
Turn everything up in the headphones
So i don't lose my vocals
Yeah that's good, turn my vocals a little bit
With the upper bassline

I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas
Posing like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure, rhyme-wise, i do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me, inhale *inhalation noise*
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially i'm not a name, black and white got game
If you came to the jam, well i'm glad you came
See, nigga first was used back in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth
It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think it's crummy
But i don't, neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
And being that we use it as a term of endearment
Niggas start to bug to the dome is where the fear went
Now the little shorties say it all of the time
And a whole bunch of niggas throw the word in they rhyme
Yo i start to flinch, as i try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray the

Sucka nigga, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
It's the neo-nigga of the nineties, c'mon

I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas
Posin like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure, rhyme-wise, i do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me *inhalation noise* inhale *echoes*
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially i'm not a name, black and white got game
If you came to the jam well i'm glad you came
See, nigga first was used down in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth
It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think it's crummy
But i don't, neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
Yo i start to flinch, as i try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop, yo you know the rest

The sucka niggas, niggas niggas
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the suckas in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Sucka niggas, nigga nigga
Aiyyo shaheed, take us the fuck outta here