[Q-Tip:]
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African American with the power, just tapped in to the cultural gin
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That be swallowin our minds, whole, but yo must it
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Empty ass rappers get me fueled and disgusted
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Can't even kick a rhyme about yourself properly
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Listen man I'll show you why you ain't toppin me
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Epitome of levelheadedness
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Whose concern is how I'll I come off and how that I'll that I dress
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I don't, hit you with a whole bunch of bullshit
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On the microphone I keep my pros fluid
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Speakin to the people in a Tongue that's Native
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Not with an ego that's anti-creative
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Conscious to the fact that I'm a talented lad
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Make your move at a jam and feel better when sad
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Hey, "Assalamu Alaikum" to them firm true believers
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Hope y'all pretty good as the message receiver
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Cause yo we got to take things in-to our own hands
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And be aware of these dangerous, plentiful lands
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That we exist within and combat and shake on
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But do it over Tribe because Tribe is the bomb
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We get through, especially if you got my back
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The Abstract, machete cuttin down all slack
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And we do it like this, rarely do we miss
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Catch you in the chest with an eagle claw fist
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And back you, get it two by four and she'll lack you
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Tip you only find a nigga now that out raps you
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Or gets at you, and insists that you do it
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Cause you make it smooth and you make it like fluid
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[Chorus: Q-Tip (Rah Digga)]
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Sometimes I just be wonderin
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How these cats be com-in IN
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I think we need to rectify this right?
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(And show these muthafuckas how we Mardi Gras)
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[Rah Digga:]
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The name's Digga and I'm on, a mission to be larger
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Than them crackers that be running Time Warner (That's-right)
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I take it further, even runnin' shit in Persia
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With acquisitions and merges
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"You takin' me? " I might have you stressin
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"Your rap styles clear, " but I'm the only danger pressin
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Rah lyrics with "UMMAH" productions
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Be "phatter" than a chick that had liposuction
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They wasn't ready, for that which came
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T'was a slim little hunny after the fat bitch sang
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I break it down like quadratic equations
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You luke warm, my shit hotter than cajuns
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{Blazin} Stop, you ain't even worth my while
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Mama boy tryna play it like he motherless child
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The whole rap industry is another evil
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They play enough times then I just might believe you
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Heads was still rhymin glock with clock
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I was puttin shit together phatter than ten Shirley Murdocks
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Ain't nuthin but a buncha, thorns in my side like you was acupuncture
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Bust it, playin post with me? that's unruly
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No matter how bougie you'll still be a mooley
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It's Rah Digga from the O-U-T's
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Having bullshit rappers going "Whoa it's" me
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[Q-Tip:]
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We demonstrate MC and their music
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Laced with the real P-funk you must choose it
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We Buck Rogers, ayo we sun you like Twiggie
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Girls be like (he's jiggy), and they friends be like (who is he?)
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Mastering the mic like Jordan with the pill
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Showing a nigga love cause a nigga got skills
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A little sumthin sumthin, corny cats must flee
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Rah Digga forms the lines with the Ab' MC
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[Rah Digga:]
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Ahhhhh...
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Peace Tip, the love flows abundant
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To Pace One, the underdopeless and youngin
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Rappers be off on a tangent
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I could flow longer than the van with
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Backwards stan smith
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When I go bring the noise
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I sweep rappers by the "Bunch" like they Brady's boys
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So change your sound 'fore I claim that crown
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That's for all y'all home girls on dangerous grounds
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[Chorus x4: Q-Tip (Rah Digga)]
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Sometimes I just be wonderin
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How these cats be com-in IN
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I think we need to rectify this right?
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(And show these muthafuckas how we Mardi Gras)
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Yeah yeah Native Tongue's in the house (Mmm, hmm)
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Yeah yeah Outsider's in the house (Outsiders in the hosue)
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Yeah the UMMAH's in the hosue (UMMAH's in the house)
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Big Tribe in the house
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Mardi Gras At Midnight
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
