[Chorus]
Mr. Incognito, Incognito [Repeat: x12]
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Yeah yeah yeah
Mr. Incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes, and a physical frame
Jotting down my list of positives in life
I want a ride, crib, mutt, wife
The look on my girl is filled with conviction
Gonna get what I need, to leave restriction
Babble on the Boulevard to brother hood buddies
Poking in my pocket it's the E for the moneys
Jay and all the jokes that jet in the jettas
While I'm at the boob tube watching Boo-Betta
Swig up on a forty cause I'm feeling thirsty
Mama says she taught me, better so she cursed me
Throwing on my hoodie low-profiling, whats up with the Twister
Brother man be wilding
While I be on mission that's beyond eye level
Questing out the devil and this styles that I sever-
Al Quest with the Questers, a Quest on a solo
Booming in a Benzo, Beamer or a Bronco
Boom pack a boom boom, boom pack a 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 Assasin with the shade of magenta
[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
Magenta is the shade for the mystic parade
Physical Trini boy lyrically I enstrain
Living of Lyndon 1-92nd
Chilling at the rest other brothers wreck it
Easy like I'm on it, Commodore Sunday
Waited for Tuesday, for a manic Monday
When I woke Wednesday persons was grounding
Don't know the whereabouts can't be founding
Chilling for the villain the one they call the Phifer
Still on the smooth but a tidbit hyper
Get with the gat one 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 bugging or I have the heebiejeebies
The reason they can't find me is because they can't see me
[Chorus]
[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 insist
Should you back the germ away or utilize your fists
Neither of the two, just continue with your thoughts
And rush away your pain with the power of the thought
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 enter the world the same way I'll exit
If you really think the groove, than hey glad you checked it
Cause Incognito's strong not urking like a blister
Before you speak about me, make sure you call me Mister
[Chorus]
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