Hello, this is your Midnight Marauder program I am on the front of your cover I will be enhancing your cassettes and CDs With certain facts that you
, never am I coy You can be a shorty in my ill convoy Not to come across as a thug or a hood But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods By the way
Zeus Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce
down Scam money don't make none He threw a trip on the ace, now he's out son Hits the local bodega to woof down a hero Son is on a 'Midnight Run' like
burdens by the riverside Hah, and you'll be alright, you know what I'm sayin'? Love and peace from Phife for '93, you know what I'm sayin'? Tribe Called Quest
rhymes styles be blendin' like a Ron G tape My man where ya goin', you can't escape When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe How can a reverend preach when a
A Tribe Called Quest we on the run for whatever Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor Brothers know my steelo it's a letter to the better If you see a
Tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment MC's don't have no winds, MC's don't have no winds I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry'
Yo, we about to jet We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders See ya next time 'cuz we the Midnight Marauders Aiyo, we out 'cuz we the Midnight
is kinda fat reminiscent of a whale Young girl's desires for the females dreams I be the abstract poetic representin' from Queens Socially I'm not a
Queens is in the house represent, represent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent No tamin' of the style 'cuz it gets irreverent A Tribe Called Quest
(Oh my God!) Queens got a Zoo, Brooklyn got a Zoo Bronx got a Zoo, Long Island got a Zoo Long Island got the zone Jersey got a Zoo, Philly got a Zoo Milwaukee got a Zoo L.A. got a
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a new rep Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders
" Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a
it's like, with instinct but no guts A sac with no nuts or a mack with no sluts Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched They call me Seymour
