Oh My God - Remix

Listen up everybody the bottom line
 I'm a black intellect, but unrefined
 with precision like a bullet, target bound
 just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds
 now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hott
 V-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spot
 Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hit
 Captain of the poets, I'm the #7 pick
 lick, lick, lick boy on your backside
 lick, lick, lick boy on your backside
 listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide
 Tip the earthly body
 heavens on my side
 even in Santo Domingo
 Can I gotta Gringo
 we got mikes when do we go
 know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me
 short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy
 Phife Dawg
 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 eatin booty M.C'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 wanna get with me
 but just in case I own more condoms then T.L.C.
 now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Ali
 for those who can't count it goes 1-2-3
 The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is how i be
 brothers find it's hard to do but never me
 some brothers try to dis my malik
 you see'm ditchin me
 now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittin
 trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater
 Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada
 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)
 (Oh My God yes, Oh my god)
 Complimentary it be
 the theif of Poetry
 I got a humdinger comin line and sinker
 the TIMBO hits with the prints underground
 TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down
 down like the lady of the evenin
 when it goes in Toots just beleive the sin
 cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place
 Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race