Q-tip - Mr. Incognito lyrics

[Hook](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 friend Jottin down my list of positives in life I want a ride, crib, mutt, wife The look on my grill 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 Jettas While I'm at the b**b tube watchin Baretta 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, wha**up with the Tipster Brotherman be wildin But I be on mission that's beyond eye level Questin out the devil and his pals that are several Quest with the Questers, a Quest on a solo Boomin in a Benzo, Beamer or a Bronco Boom caca a boom boom, boom caca a boom If my sight isn't seen, silly saps will a**ume That we fallin off the earth with the Nina and the Pinta The Five Foot Assa**in with the shade of magenta [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Magenta is the shade for the mystic parade Physical Trini boy lyrically I enstrain Livin off Lyndon 1-92nd Chillin at the rest other brothers wreck it Easy like a morning, Commodore Sunday Waited for a Tuesday, for manic Monday When I woke Wednesday persons was poundin Don't know the whereabouts can't be foundin Feelin' for the feelin' for the one they call the Phife Still on the smooth but a tidbit hyper Get with the get on as I hit the D-L It's my thing what I bring 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 commence to start rippin People think I'm buggin or I have the heebiejeebies The reason they can't find me is because they can't see me [Hook](12x) Mr. Incognito, Incognito [Verse 3: Q-Tip] It's like the war's goin on in the middle of your mind But your mind can't contain Incognito's on the brain So you chill by yourself Don't really sweat nobody Speak to all the brothers and say peace to every hottie But lurkin in the ghetto is a germ that insist Should you back the germ away? Or utilize your fists Neither of the two, just continue with your thoughts And wash away your pain with the power of the quart Ain't got no time for girls, cause girls be on some bull Checkin for a n***a who got crazy pull On some deep rooted s**ual, highly intellectual Not checkin for the fame although it's perpetual I entered the world the same way I'll exit If you really dig the groove, than hey glad you checked it Cause Incognito's strong not urkin like a blister Before you speak about me, make sure you call me Mister [Hook]