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 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 number seven pick

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

Licks, licks, licks 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

One for the treble

Two for the bass

You know the style Tip

It's time to flip this

I like my beats hard like two day old ***

Steady eating 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 want to 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 *** my malik

You see'm ditching me

Now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my *** is hitting

Training 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, I don't know man, I don't know man

I don't know, I don't know (Oh My God yes, Oh my god) Complimentary it be

The thief of Poetry

I got a humdinger coming hook line and sinker

The Timbo hits with the prints underground

Timbo's on the toes, I like the way it's going down

Down like the lady of the evening

When it goes in Toots just believe the sin

'Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place

Take off your boots 'cause you can't run the race (Oh My God yes, Oh my god)