Q-Tip - Wait Up

(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 seconds)

We on a brand new page. (`Uh.`) Millennium days,
desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I`m in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin` artist
To the love, I hit `em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin`
You cherry cats slide, I`m holdin out for the Heisman
Uh! You play the rappin` roll
I take the rap and sold,
and intertwine it wit` mine and turn a half to whole
I`m just a genie in a Jack bottle
Them fake ballin`-ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit` the force of a gat throttle
I live by `You put it out, we get it back` motto
Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin` lose so all the ice is screamin` `Thug`
What the hell is wrong? I`m askin` in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies` bong
One of us is goin` laid `cause I ain`t gettin` played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
and walk along chuggin` Baller`s Brains, rockin` rings
and things and just waitin` for white rains
I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs` ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`It`s the Ummah for all time.`) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`The Ummah forevea!`) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...`) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!`       ) wait up.

You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?
The decision is yours. I`d rather see tours,
get chicks wit` ghetto shit fallin` out they drawers
My team stay posted. They stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin`
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn`t know that your man was a legend, huh?
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin` crew
cause I`m a Queens cat. (`True.`) To the G`s cat. (`True.`)
Gettin` money for more than one needs cat. (`Aiiight, c`mon.`)
Condition never peers and (`Take it home, kid.`) mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout
It`s the street commentator, providin` you wit` data
on how to live unique and it`s really not neat. We gotta...

Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.`) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`Brand new shit, huh.`) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...`) wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (`..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...`) wait up.

And all the fellas go, `Yeah, yeah, yeah.`
And all my ladies go, `Uh, uh, uh.`
And all the fellas go, `Yeah, yeah, yeah.`
And all the ladies go, `Uh, uh, uh.`
Fellas go, `Where you at?`
Ladies go, `Yo, come back!`
Fellas go...ladies go...
Fellas go...ladies...yo...

A mellow disposition even when it`s pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit` a drain
I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord
Brother`s out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator - your man still a hater
The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin` and shakin` they ass
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast

(Beeping starts again but with instrumental backing it)