Mr. Incognito

[Chorus]
 (12x)Mr. Incognito, Incognito
 [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Mr. Incognito is back again
 Now all I want is peace and papes, and a physical frame
 Jottin down my list of positives in life
 I want a ride, crib, mud, wife
 The look on my girl is filled with conviction
 Gonna get what I need, the league restriction
 Babble on the Boulevard to brother hood buddies
 Pokin in my pocket it's the E for the moneys
 Jay and all the jokes that jet in the jetters
 While I'm at the booth tube watchin? beretta? Swig up on a forty cause I'm feelin thirsty
 Mama says she taught me, better say she cursed me
 Throwin on my hoodie low-profilin, whassup with the Twister
 Brother man be wildin
 While I be on mission that's beyond eye level
 Questin out the devil and this styles that I sever--al Quest with the Questers, a Quest on a solo
 Boomin in a Benzo, Beamer or a Bronco
 Boom pack a boom boom, boom pack a boom
 If my sight isn't seen, silly saps will assume
 That we fallin off the earth with the Nina and the pensa
 The Five Foot Assasin with the shade of magenta
 [Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
 Magenta is the shade for the mystic parade
 Physical Trini boy lyrically I enstrain
 Livin of Lyndon 1-92nd
 Chillin at the rest other brothers wreck it
 Easy like I'm on it, Commodore Sunday
 Waited for tuesday, fourmatic monday
 When I woke wednesday persons was groundin
 Don't know the whereabouts can't be foundin
 Chillin for the villain the one they call the Phifer
 Still on the smooth but a tidbit hyper
 Get with the gat one as I hit the D-LIt's my thing what I ring I try to do it well
 You can bet your bottom dollar that the Tribe will not be slippin
 Makin hit after hit as we c