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 brothers in the pot
Jah, lick, Jah, lick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin' of the poets, I'm the number seven pick
Licks, licks, licks boy pon your backside
Licks, licks, licks boy pon 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 rhyme 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 diss Malik
You see 'em bitchin'
Mi nuh care 'bout dem dibby MC
Trini gladiator, anti-hesitator
Shaheed push the fader from here to Grenada
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 man, I don't know man
I don't know, I don't know

Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God

Complimentary are we, the three for 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)

Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God
Oh My God, yes, Oh My God

The title "MC" means Master of Ceremony
Some people who MC, don't know what this term means

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Claydes Eugene Smith, Dennis Thomas, Gene C. Redd, George Melvin Brown, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor, Richard A. Westfield, Robert Earl Bell, Robert Spike Mickens, Ronald N. Bell, Woodrow Sparrow