Mardi Gras at Midnight A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Rah Digga)

[Produced by The Ummah]

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
African-American with the power
Just tapped in to the cultural gin
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
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 your 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 use machete cutting down on slack
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 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)