A Tribe Called Quest - Mr. Incognito lyrics

Mr incognito, Incognito

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mr incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes
And a physical friend
Jotting 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, delete restriction
Babble on the boulevard to
Brother hood buddies
Poking in my pocket, it's a E for the moneys
Jay and all the jokes that jet in the Jettas
While I'm at the boob tube watching Baretta
Swig up on a forty cause I'm feeling thirsty
Mama says she taught me
Better say she cursed me
Throwing on my hoodie, low-profilin
Wassup with the Tipster?
Brotherman be wylin'
But I be on mission that's beyond eye level
Questin' out the devil and his
Pals that are several
Quest with the Questers or Quest on a solo
Boom it in a Benzo, Beamer or a Bronco
Boom caca boom boom, boom caca boom
If my sight isn't seen
Silly saps will assume
That we falling off the Earth with
The Nina and the Pinta
The Five Foot Assassin with
The shade of magenta

Magenta is the shade for the mystic parade
Physical Trini born, lyrically, I am swayed
Livin off Linden, 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 Phifer
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 slipping
Making hit after hit as we
Commence to start ripping
People think I'm buggin' or
I have the heebiejeebies
The reason they can't find me is
Because they can't see me

Mr incognito, Incognito

It's like the war's going 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 lurking in the ghetto is
A germ that insists
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
Checking for a nigga who got crazy pull
On some deep-rooted sexual
Highly intellectual
Not checking for the fame
Although it's perpetual
I entered the world the same way I'll exit
If you really dig the groove
Then hey glad you checked it
'Cause Incognito's strong
Not irking like a blister
Before you speak about me
Make sure you call me Mister
Mr incognito, Incognito