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 bullsh*t
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 n*gga 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 f*ck?)
I think we need to rectify this, Rah
(And show these motherf*ckers 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 sh*t 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 b*tch sang
I break it down like quadratic equations (Uh)
You lukewarm, my sh*t 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' sh*t 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 bullsh*t 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 n*gga love, 'cause a n*gga 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 motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckers 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 motherf*ckers 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, f*ck it! It don't matter)
I think we need to rectify this, Rah
(And show these motherf*ckers 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