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Now Thats What I Call 60s - Please Mr Postman The Marvelettes Lyrics

[Chorus](12x) Mr. Incognito, Incognito [Verse 1: Q-Tip] Yeah yeah yeah Mr. Incognito is back again Now all I want is peace and papes, and a physical frame Jottin down my list of positives in life I want a ride, crib, mud, wife The look on my girl is filled with conviction Gonna get what I need, the league restriction Babble on the Boulevard to brother hood buddies Pokin in my pocket it's the E for the moneys Jay and all the jokes that jet in the jetters While I'm at the booth tube watchin ?beretta? Swig up on a forty cause I'm feelin thirsty Mama says she taught me, better say she cursed me Throwin on my hoodie low-profilin, whassup with the Twister Brother man be wildin While I be on mission that's beyond eye level Questin out the devil and this styles that I sever- -al Quest with the Questers, a Quest on a solo Boomin 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 fallin off the earth with the Nina and the pensa 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 Livin of Lyndon 1-92nd Chillin at the rest other brothers wreck it Easy like I'm on it, Commodore Sunday Waited for tuesday, fourmatic monday When I woke wednesday persons was groundin Don't know the whereabouts can't be foundin Chillin 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 ring I try to do it well You can bet your bottom dollar that the Tribe will not be slippin Makin hit after hit as we commence to start rippin People think I'm buggin or I have the heebiejeebies The reason they can't find me is because they can't see me [Chorus](12x) Mr. Incognito, Incognito [Verse 3: Q-Tip] It's like the war's goin 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 lurkin in the ghetto is a germ that insist Shoot you back the german away or utilise 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 Checkin for a nigga who got crazy pull On some deep rooted sexual, highly intellectual Not checkin for the fame although it's propetual 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 urkin like a blister Before you speak about me, make sure you call me Mister [Chorus]