"Oh My God" as written by and John/muhammad Redd/davis....
Oh My God

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 hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin 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
Heaven's on my side
Even in Santo Domingo
Can I gotta Gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me
Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy

1 for the treble, 2 for the bass
You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eating booty MC'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 than TLC
Now the formula is this, me, Tip, and Ali
For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3
The answer, big up is how I be
Brothers find it's hard to do, but never me
Some brothers try to dis Malik
You see'm catchin me
Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin
Training gladiator, anti-hesitator
Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
Mister energetic
Who me, sound pathetic?
When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
I don't know man
I don't know

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 hun just believe the sin
Cause Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
(Take off your boots 'cause you can't run the race)
See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
Do what
Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes
My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice
This is how we do when we keep the wilding sheets
Cause we got to do it like this, we aim to please
See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette
Yo, we about to jet
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
See ya next time cause we the Midnight Marauders
A yo, we out cause we the Midnight Marauders
Go to the record store and get the shit
We work hard
We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders
Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own
Like that


Lyrics submitted by Ice, edited by minuette

"Oh My God" as written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad

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    General CommentThese lyrics are incorrect in so many ways
    dengeiston June 18, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentyes i agree. hes refined for example. this is a remix and its a heavy joint. its in the film kids also. go see it and buy all atcq music.
    ordinaryboyon February 14, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti love this song i like to lay in my bed and listen to qtip verse i always list to q tip because i like to reflect on what he is saying.
    dp9241loveron March 05, 2011   Link
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    General CommentI think these are the right lyrics:

    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
    Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 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
    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 ryhme when you ask me
    Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy

    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 want to get with me
    But just in case I own more condoms than TLC
    Now the formula is this: me, Tip, and Ali
    For those who can't count it goes: 1-2-3
    The answer --- hey, big up is who I be
    Brothers find it's hard to do, but never me
    Some brothers try to diss but Malik
    You see'm bitching
    Me not care about them booty MCs, my shit is hittin
    Trini gladiator, anti-hesitator
    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

    Oh my God, yes! Oh my god

    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

    Oh my God, yes! Oh my god
    minuetteon June 18, 2017   Link

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