The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle
   from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles
   Comin from the maximum gain, the octane
   that's on the radio it made me feel so low
   It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison
   I'm Nintendo 64 and you Mattel Intellivision
   Bustin from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weight
   This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougar
   And we gotta, move on the dancefloor
   and work it out all night that's what you came here for
   Just chem', I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dim
   Daddy shine the light on him, ahem it's me
   Leader of the Starfleet Force
   Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?
   Damn right, sure as Tina made Ike
   We gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all day
   The Trilateral Commision we dissin
   Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissin
   I'll be damned if I let his song fall to the side
   Goin piggybackin shit, let's ride, c'mon
  
   I put it down, now what you gonna do (8X)
   Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, hah? (4X)
  
   When you hear this, recognize you hear love
   MC nigga illin over b-boy dubs
   Riding through the shit like Tron
   Doesn't matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?
   Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we make
   Gotta do the things right, ain't no time for mistake
   It's the hip-hop cat that can't, fuck with Jake
   Just because he wear a badge doesn't, mean he straight so
   what you wanna swallow it down or let's take it
   Disregard those who fake it, yo it doesn't matter
   about the realm, hip-hop is to the helm
   It's divine to hit the mind like slippery elms
   So put it down man, put it on down
   Put it down man, put it on down
   Put it down woman, put it on down
   Put it down man, put it on down
   Put it down man, whatchu gonna do
   Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do
   A-put it down man, whatchu gonna do
   Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do
  
   ('Hey' repeats in background for a bit)