Oh My God

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