A Tribe Called Quest feat. Rah Digga Mardi Gras at Midnight Lyrics

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[Produced by The Ummah]

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
African-American with the power, just tapped in to the cultural gin
That be swallowin our minds, whole, but yo bust it
Empty ass rappers get me fueled and disgusted
Can't even kick a rhyme about yourself properly
Listen man I'll show you why you ain't toppin me
Epitomy of levelheadedness
Whose concern is how ill I come off and how that ill that I dress
I don't, hit you with a whole bunch of bullshit
On the microphone I keep my prose fluid
Speakin to them people in a Tongue that's Native
Not with an ego that's anti-creative
Conscious to the fact that I'm a talented lad
Make your move at a jam and feel better when sad
Hey, "Assalamu Alaikum" to them firm true believers
Hope yall pretty good as the message reciever
Cause yo we got to take things in-to our own hands
And be aware of these dangerous, plentiful lands
That we exist within and combat and shake on
But do it over Tribe because Tribe is the bomb
We get through, especially if you got my back
The Abstract use machete cuttin down on slab
And we do it like this, rarely do we miss
Catch you in the chest with an eagle claw fist
And back you, get it two by four and she'll lack you
Tip you only find a nigga now that out raps you
Or gets at you, and insists that you do it
Cause you make it smooth and you make it like fluid

[Chorus: Q-Tip

The Jam EP Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Jam
  • 2 Get a Hold
  • 3 Mardi Gras at Midnight
  • 4 Same Ol' Thing
  • Artists A to Z: