Mardi Gras at Midnight

Lyrics

[Produced by The Ummah] [Verse 1: Q-Tip] African-American with the power Just tapped in to the cultural djinn That be swallowing 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 topping me Epitome of levelheadedness Whose concern is how ill I come off and not how ill that I dress I don't hit you with a whole bunch of bullshit On the microphone, I keep my prose fluid (True) Speaking 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 ya move at a jam and feel better when sad Hey, "As-salamu alaykum" to them firm true believers Hope y'all pretty good as the message receiver 'Cause yo, we got to take things into our own hands And be aware of these dangerous, plentiful lands That we exist within, and combat the Sheitan But do it all with Tribe because Tribe is the bomb We get through, especially if you got my back The Abstract – a machete cutting down on slack And we do it like this, rarely do we miss Catch you in ya chest with an Eagle Claw fist And back you, get a two-by-four and shellac you Tip, you'd hardly 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 [Refrain: Q-Tip, (Rah Digga)]​​ Sometimes I just be wondering How these cats be coming in (I just be wondering like, what the fuck?) I think we need to rectify this, Rah (And show these motherfuckers how we Mardi Gras!) [Verse 2: Rah Digga, (Q-Tip)] The name's Digga and I'm on a mission to be larger Than them crackers that be running Time Warner (That's right!) I take it further, even running shit in Persia With acquisitions and mergers "You takin' me?!" I might have you stressin' "Your rap styles' clear," but I'm the only danger present Rah lyrics with Ummah productions Be phatter than a chick that had liposuction They wasn't ready, for that which came 'Twas a slim little hunny after the fat bitch sang I break it down like quadratic equations (Uh) You lukewarm, my shit hotter than Cajun style (Blazing!) You ain't even worth my while (Haha) Mama's boy tryin' to play like he motherless child The whole rap industry's in upheaval They play enough times that I just might believe you Heads was still rhymin' "Glock" with "clock" I was puttin' shit together phatter than 10 Shirley Murdock's (Ha!) Ain't nothin' but a bunch of thorns in my side like you was acupuncture Bust it Playin' post with me? That's unruly No matter how bougie, you'll still be a moolie (Ha haaa) It's Rah Digga from the O-U-T's Having bullshit rappers going "Woe is me" [Verse 3: Q-Tip, (Rah Digga)] We demonstrate MC'ing and music Laced with the raw P-funk, you must choose it We Buck Rogers, ayo, we son you like Twiki Girls be like ("He's jiggy"), and they friends be like ("Huh, is he?!") Mastering the mic like Jordan with the pill Show a nigga love, 'cause a nigga got skills A little something something, corny cats must flee Rah Digga forms the lines with the Ab' MC (Ahh!) [Verse 4: Rah Digga] Peace Tip, the love flows abundant To Pace Won, Da Under, Dopeliss, and Youngin (Peace!) Rappers be off on a tangent I could flow longer than the Van Wyck Backwards Stan Smiths (Fresh!) When I cold bring the noise I sweep rappers by the Bunch like they Brady's boys So change ya sound 'fore I claim that crown That's for all y'all home girls on dangerous ground [Refrain: Q-Tip, (Rah Digga)] Sometimes I just be wondering (Sometimes I just be wondering!) How these cats be coming in (What's going on?) I think we need to rectify this, Rah (And show these motherfuckers how we Mardi Gras) (Know what I'm saying?) Sometimes I just be wondering How these cats be coming in (And I wonder, what's going on? Once again...) I think we need to rectify this, Rah (And show these motherfuckers how we Mardi Gras) (Let's show 'em!) Sometimes I just be wondering How these cats be coming in (What's up with this industry?) I think we need to rectify this, Rah (And show these motherfuckers how we Mardi Gras) (I don't get it!) Sometimes I just be wondering How these cats be coming in (Anybody can get a deal now, fuck it! It don't matter) I think we need to rectify this, Rah (And show these motherfuckers how we Mardi Gras) [Outro: Q-Tip, (Rah Digga)] Yeah, yeah, Native Tongues in the house (In the house!) Yeah, yeah, Outsidaz in the house (Tha Outsidaz in the house!) Yeah, yeah, The Ummah's in the house (Ummah's in the house!) Ya got the big Tribe in the house... My man David K----- in the house My man Pat with the wrap in house