Wait Up
Q-Tip Lyrics


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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
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 forever) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Get your wait) 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 (Aight, 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 (It's the ummah for all time) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (The ummah forever) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Get your wait) wait up
Wait up, your wait up, wait up
Get your (Up, up, up, up, yo) 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

Overall Meaning

In Q-Tip's song Wait Up, the rapper talks about moving on to a brand new page in the new millennium, as desperation fills the streets and he needs to find a new way. He speaks of Machiavellian approaches executed by the coach as he roams the streets like a ghost, holding out for the Heisman. Q-Tip reveals he has a whole new way of rhyming as he intertwines his lyrics with those of others to create a cohesive whole. He takes shots at other rappers and their fake balling and wack models, as he lives by the motto of putting something out and getting it back. He questions the direction that rap is heading towards, and wonders why so many rappers are screaming thug when they should be focusing on their craft.


One notable aspect of the song is Q-Tip's use of complex wordplay and metaphors to depict his journey as a rapper. He compares his approach to music to that of a genie in a jack bottle, while other rappers are just cherry cats sliding. The beat of the song, produced by The Ummah, is an upbeat, funky Samba-infused track under Q-Tip's distinctive voice. The lyrics touch on themes of redemption, success, and failure in the music industry, as well as the influence and power of the celebrity lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

We on a brand new page (Uh)
Starting fresh, moving on, turning over a new page


Millennium days
It is the new millennium


Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
People are out of options and need to find a new way to survive


Keep the mics and choke holds
Holding onto their microphones and being in control of the message they put out


The saga unfolds
The story continues to develop and reveal new things


Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
The coach is using cunning and tactical moves to reach their goals


I'm in these streets like a ghost
Moving through the streets unnoticed and unseen


The air-jettin' artist
An artist who is quick and nimble


To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
Giving love and support while also being direct and tough


I got a whole new approach for the rhyming'
Coming up with new ways to write rhymes


You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin' out for the Heisman
Others may be falling behind, but he is aiming for the highest level of success


You play the rappin' roll
Others may play at being a rapper


I take the rap and sold
He takes it seriously and works hard at rapping


And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
Bringing together different elements to create something greater than either would be alone


I'm just a genie in a jack bottle
He feels like he can create something magical out of anything, like a magic genie out of a bottle


Them fake ballin' ass cats is just a wack model
Those who act like they have money but really don't are a bad example


This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle
The song is powerful and impactful, like a gun being fired


I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
There are consequences for one's actions


Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Only average people are around


Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' thug
Rap music is getting out of hand and becoming too focused on violence and aggression


What the hell is wrong
He is asking what the problem is


I'm askin' in this song
He is asking in his music


One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong
He recalls doing something unexpected or unconventional


One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played
He won't let someone take advantage of him


I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
He is going to let someone live with the consequences of their choices


And walk along chuggin' baller's brains, rockin' rings
He is living his life with confidence and style


And things and just waitin' for white rains
He is waiting for good things to happen


I got the drive, dog
He has motivation and ambition


I hope the dogs' ready
He needs others to be ready to match his drive


My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty
He likes women who work hard and stay active


You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds
There are choices to make, some more dangerous than others


Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds
There are different paths to success, some legal and some not


The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours
It's up to you to make the choice, but he prefers to go on tours


Get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers
He likes women with a certain attitude and style


My team stay posted. they stay roasted
His team stays attentive and alert, always ready for what comes next


Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'
Those who are involved in the game have had difficult lives


Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
He is skilled in different areas and has a lot to offer


You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh
He is a legend, but not everyone knows it yet


Embonishment for the both of you
He has something special to give to those who follow him


I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew
He is always on the move with his team by his side


Cause I'm a queens cat (True) to the g's cat (True)
He is true to his roots and loyal to his crew


Gettin' money for more than one needs cat (Aight, c'mon)
He is making money beyond what he personally needs


Condition never peers and (Take it home, kid) mind stands out
He is always in good condition and stands out in his mindset


From Seattle to South Beach my joint, Grand Clout
He has influence and impact across a wide geography


It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data
He is providing information and commentary on the street


On how to live unique and it's really not neat, we gotta
He is suggesting that living uniquely is messy and complicated, but necessary


And all the fellas go, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everyone is excited and supportive


And all my ladies go, uh, uh, uh
An acknowledgement to the female fans


Fellas go, where you at
Asking where the guys are


Ladies go, yo, come back
Asking the ladies to come back and keep listening


A mellow disposition even when it's pain
He stays calm and composed even when things are hard


Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain
Your thinking is negative and you're feeling drained


I puts it down, lord, fuck a mic cord
He is powerful and doesn't need a microphone to rap


Brother's out of his game so we can see tours
Others may not be serious about their art, but he is and it shows in his success on tour


The innovator, your man still a hater
He is ahead of the curve and innovative, while others may resist change


The abstract imprint, it stays like a smint
His style and influence is enduring and lasting, like a breath mint


I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass
He has captured the attention and enthusiasm of a broad audience


Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast
He is encouraging women to get involved in the music scene as well




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED

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