Rah Digga, A Tribe Called Quest - Mardi Gras at Midnight lyrics
[Rah Digga, A Tribe Called Quest - Mardi Gras at Midnight lyrics]
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)
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)
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 pressin'
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
You lukewarm, my shit hotter than Cajun style
(Blazing) you ain't even worth my while
Mama's boy tryin' to play
Like he motherless child
The whole rap industry's in upheaval
They play enough times then I
Just might believe you
Heads was still rhymin' Glock with clock
I was puttin' shit together phatter
Than 10 Shirley Murdock's
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
It's Rah Digga from the O-U T's
Having bullshit rappers going "Woe is me"
We demonstrate MC-ing and music
Laced with the raw P-funk, you must choose it
We Buck Rogers, ayo we sun you like Twiggie
Girls be like (he's jiggy)
And they friends be like (who 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) Peace Tip, the love flows abundant
To Pacewon, the underdopeless and youngin
Rappers be off on a tangent
I could flow longer than the Van Wyck
Backwards Stan Smith
When I come bring the noise
I sweep rappers by the Bunch
Like they Brady's boys
So change your sound 'fore
I claim that crown
That's for all y'all home
Girls on dangerous grounds
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?)
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 the 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 could get in there now, fuck it)
I think we need to rectify this, Rah
(And show these motherfuckers how
We Mardi Gras)
Yeah yeah Native Tongues in the house
(In the house)
Yeah yeah, Outsiders in the house
(Outsiders in the house)
Yeah, The Ummah's in the house
(Ummah's in the house)
Big Tribe in the house
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)
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)
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 pressin'
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
You lukewarm, my shit hotter than Cajun style
(Blazing) you ain't even worth my while
Mama's boy tryin' to play
Like he motherless child
The whole rap industry's in upheaval
They play enough times then I
Just might believe you
Heads was still rhymin' Glock with clock
I was puttin' shit together phatter
Than 10 Shirley Murdock's
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
It's Rah Digga from the O-U T's
Having bullshit rappers going "Woe is me"
We demonstrate MC-ing and music
Laced with the raw P-funk, you must choose it
We Buck Rogers, ayo we sun you like Twiggie
Girls be like (he's jiggy)
And they friends be like (who 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) Peace Tip, the love flows abundant
To Pacewon, the underdopeless and youngin
Rappers be off on a tangent
I could flow longer than the Van Wyck
Backwards Stan Smith
When I come bring the noise
I sweep rappers by the Bunch
Like they Brady's boys
So change your sound 'fore
I claim that crown
That's for all y'all home
Girls on dangerous grounds
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?)
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 the 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 could get in there now, fuck it)
I think we need to rectify this, Rah
(And show these motherfuckers how
We Mardi Gras)
Yeah yeah Native Tongues in the house
(In the house)
Yeah yeah, Outsiders in the house
(Outsiders in the house)
Yeah, The Ummah's in the house
(Ummah's in the house)
Big Tribe in the house