A Tribe Called Quest — Mr. Incognito

[Hook: Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Mr. Incognito, Incognito (12x) [Verse 1: Q-Tip] 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 [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] 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 [Hook: Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Mr. Incognito, Incognito (12x) [Verse 3: Q-Tip] 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 [Hook: Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Mr. Incognito, Incognito (5x)