[Chorus](12x)
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Mr. Incognito, Incognito
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[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Mr. Incognito is back again
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Now all I want is peace and papes, and a physical frame
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Jottin down my list of positives in life
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I want a ride, crib, mud, wife
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The look on my girl is filled with conviction
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Gonna get what I need, the league restriction
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Babble on the Boulevard to brother hood buddies
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Pokin in my pocket it's the E for the moneys
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Jay and all the jokes that jet in the jetters
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While I'm at the booth tube watchin ?beretta?
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Swig up on a forty cause I'm feelin thirsty
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Mama says she taught me, better say she cursed me
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Throwin on my hoodie low-profilin, whassup with the Twister
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Brother man be wildin
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While I be on mission that's beyond eye level
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Questin out the devil and this styles that I sever-
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-al Quest with the Questers, a Quest on a solo
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Boomin in a Benzo, Beamer or a Bronco
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Boom pack a boom boom, boom pack a boom
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If my sight isn't seen, silly saps will assume
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That we fallin off the earth with the Nina and the pensa
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The Five Foot Assasin with the shade of magenta
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[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
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Magenta is the shade for the mystic parade
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Physical Trini boy lyrically I enstrain
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Livin of Lyndon 1-92nd
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Chillin at the rest other brothers wreck it
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Easy like I'm on it, Commodore Sunday
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Waited for tuesday, fourmatic monday
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When I woke wednesday persons was groundin
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Don't know the whereabouts can't be foundin
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Chillin for the villain the one they call the Phifer
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Still on the smooth but a tidbit hyper
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Get with the gat one as I hit the D-L
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It's my thing what I ring I try to do it well
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You can bet your bottom dollar that the Tribe will not be slippin
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Makin hit after hit as we c
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Mr. Incognito
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A Tribe Called Quest |