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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
Hey hey, ha ha say what say what
Ha ha bust it yo Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey Cuz it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Best in the world and all USA It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seed I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five For as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts Nickname Bucktown cuz we grown to outburst Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place Settled by the judge many years ago Three billion strong and here we go GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!! Ha (back up back up back up back up back up) [repeated in background] Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at Unlike any place I ever been at The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps Have a mishap, push ya wig back Where you go to get the fresh trim at Four on the jake got the Timb rack Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs that trick off just get sent off They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off It's real yo but still yo, it's love here And it's felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here Must be something that they really want here One year as a resident, deeper sentiment Shoutout "Go Brooklyn!", they representin it Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses Usin native dialect in they sentences From the treeline blocks to the tenaments To the Mom & Pop local shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncalm From ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in Starite City gettin busy To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy My Flatbush posse, generals of armies When it's time to form, just call me And let this song be, playin loud in Long B If you love Bucktown STRONGLY! RAISE IT UP! Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back It's where you find the news tool crew cameras at It's where my fam is at, summertime jame is at They play Big and get you open like a sandal back Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you can't relax The crack babies tryin to find where they mama's at It's off the handle black, wit big police scandals that Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax The type of place where they check your appearance at And cats who know where all the hot 'lo gear is at The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back The doorstep where the disposessed posted at Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovarax You big ballin better keep your money folded back Cuz once the young guns notice that it's over, black Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at Where one of the greatest MC's was a local cat |
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from K'naan - Troubadour (2009)
(K'NAAN)
uh huh uh huh uh huh oh this takes me home, it makes me think about sitting outside of my old home when I was younger and singing something like [Chorus I (with translation)] gabar yaroo subhaano [Young beautiful girl] maro shabeelo hirato [wearing tiger-patterned] maro qafiifa huwato [light, thin clothing] maga’aaga ii sheeg [Tell me your name] magaeygu waa sharaf [she says: My name is Sharaf] sharaf haaji weeyan [Sharaf Haaji, it is] aqalada hariirta [Those beautiful houses] dhina baan ka jooga [I live beside] alla ya u sheega [Somebody please tell them] tinta u shanleeya [give them a clue] nahoy zamzamey [of you, Zamzam] sabaah nuurey [who shines like the morning light] adoo kin kin iyo [like the scales] kaluun badaneey [of a colorful fish] adoo hajka jira [while you were gone on Hajj] xasuus badaneey [had many memories] sahiibtaa asho ashaq baa dilay [Your friend, Aisha died of love] ugu dambeyntiina [at long last (I realized)] aniyo geeluba [both I and the camels] wa u banaanbahnay [need love] [Chorus II - x2 (with translation)] wanagii orodnee [Remember us fleeing] nabad barinee [searching for peace?] mareykan waa laga soo waayay [3x] [In America, none was found] There are certain things fresh, and certain things mesh, I got my own sound, I don't sound like the rest, And even my attire and my choice of dress, And not long ago I don't spoke English The point is police pull me over a lot They wonder what type of rap sheet I got. And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat, And hold the door open, oh you're so sweet, Of course my affection's super illustrated And I like to give don't reciprocate it Unless you could give me someone innovated And let's cook it up we don't refrigerate it But back to the country of the educated Where people get robbed and they celebrate it, [Chorus II x2] (MOS DEF) Maraken, my country 'tis of thee sweet land for robberies dos smokin SUV's red meat and army greens fat and frills thrills and spills eat and sleep hump and kill shop 'til you drop work 'til you dead get all you can then get in the wear (?) outta my face on your knees sleep in the mansion shut out the streets make that cake woop that trick lick my swagger suck my sick get high get low get sticky get rich get yo' own show get down get quick you slow you blow you broke get fixed terror dome, home swag home terror dome, home swag home home swag home home swag home [Repeat Chorus II x2] (CHALI 2NA) There are some things pure while certain things blur Dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur Falsified information got my people in the stir We have to be in search of something equal to the cure Straight out the door, I come to give you more Lay the law keep it raw, when I speak it from the core Get underneath your skin like I scratched you with a claw Conflicted with the rich 'cause I kick it with the poor I laugh in the face of adversity Sound clashed with the bass 'cause it's natural to me But if you pay attention to the past you will see Not long ago you black they'd hang your ass from a tree Certain things change, while some stay the same Some are recluse, others are lovers of the game I'm trying to walk the lane,the siratul mustaqim [Arabic for "the straight path"] Instead of doing things that keep you covered in the flame. [Repeat Chorus II x2] Nanananana that shit was cool in English, but let me get that Somali verse. [Chorus I] |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Mos Def] Against the canvas of the night Appears a curious celestial phenomena called Black Star, but what is it? [Talib Kweli] Black people unite and let's all get down We got to have what? We got to have that love [Mos Def] What is the Black Star? Is it the cat with the black shades, the black car? Is it shinin from very far, to where you are? It is commonplace and different Intimate and distant Fresher than an infant [Talib Kweli] Black, my family thick, like they're striped molasses Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses Black is the color of my true love's hair Star's are bright, shining, hot balls of air [Mos Def] Black like my baby girl's stare Black like the veil that the muslimina wear Black like the planet that they fear, why they scared? Black like the slave ship that later brought us here Black like the cheeks that are roadways for tears that leave black faces well traveled with years Black like assassin crosshairs Blacker than my granddaddy armchair He never really got no time to chill there Cause this life is warfare, warfare [Talib Kweli] Deep on the front lines, and blacks is all there Black like the perception of who, on welfare Black like faces at the bottom of the well I've been there before To bring the light and heat it up like "la cocina" Make without imagine happen but maybe I'm just a dreamer I love rockin tracks like John Coltrane love Naema [M] Like the student love the teacher [T] Like the prophet love Khadeja [M] Like I love my baby features [A] Like the creator love all creatures [Talib Kweli] Who acknowledge truth and peace seekers We on point like heat seekers Targettin the black marketing strategists Run up on em with the heaters Everybody followin with no leaders Feelin like we killin ourselves because I know they can't defeat us It don't stop til we complete this, keep this fly There's so much to life when you just stay Black and God [Mos Def] Blacker than the nighttime sky of Bed-Stuy in July Blacker than the seed in the blackberry pie Blacker than the middle of my eye Black like feh-lah man cry Some man wan ask "Who am I?" I simply reply, "The U.N.I., V.E.R.S.A.L. Magnetic" Work to respect the angelic, climb the mountaintop and tell it til the valley's enveloped You're full of big chat but you nah know me I'm dark like the side of the moon you don't see when the moon shine newly [M] You know who else is a Black Star? (Who?) Me [T] You know who else is a Black Star? (Who?) Me [A] You know who else is a Black Star, who we? (And we) [A] be shinin and shinin, when we rhymin and rhymin We be shinin and shinin, when we rhymin and rhymin [Mos Def] Now everybody hop on the one, the sounds of the two It's the third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright tonight It's the third eye vision, five side dimension [T] You know the light [M] Go from the dark [T] The other way is ass-backwards [M] It's absurd [T] Make you wanna crow like a blackbird [M] That's right [T] You livin from your first day to your last night [T] Sometimes you show your ass like [M] Lint on your clothes [T] When you froze in [A] THE BLACK LIGHT [M] Dead that [T] Before you get your head wrapped [M] Like Badu [T] We see through your voodoo [T] Just like Eve's Bayou, you dealin with that black magic [M] Try to civilize you [T] Not walk on by you [M] Like civil-(lies do get you black listed) it'll [T] Be unlucky for you like a black cat [M] A panther [T] Revolution is the answer [M] That's what we need [T] Greed plague my people like the cancer [M] True indeed [Mos Def] Now black people unite, and let's ALL GET DOWN Now everybody hop on the one, the sounds of the two It's the third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright tonight Everybody hop on the one, the sounds of the two It's the third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright tonight It's the third eye vision, five side dimension Equalin up to eight, light shine bright |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
[Intro: Mos Def]
Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, power Mad Liberator, Def Operator Rock the data, amazing flavor [Verse: Mos Def] Yo, the way I feel, sometime it's too hard to sit still Things are so passionate, times are so real Sometimes I try to chill, mellow down, blowin' smoke Smile on my face but it's really no joke You feel it in the street, the people breathe without hope They going through the motion, they dimming down the focus Their focus get cleared, then their light turn sharp And the eyes grow teary, the mind grow weary I speak it so clearly, sometimes ya'll don't hear me I push it past the bass, no nations got to feel me I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake That I'm hardly ever asleep, my flow forever deep And it's volumes or scriptures when I breathe on the beat My presence speak volumes, before I say a word I'm everywhere penthouse, pavement, and curb Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral of a shell Universal, ghetto life, holla black, you know it well Quiet storm, vital form, pen pushed it right across Mind is a vital force, high level right across Shoulders, the lions raw voice is the siren I swing round, ring out, and bring down the tyrant Shocked a small act, could knock a giant lopsided The world is so dangerous, there's no need for fighting Suttins trying to hide, like the struggle won't find him And the sun bust through the clouds, to clearly remind him He's everywhere: penthouse, pavement, and curb Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral of a shell Universal, ghetto life, holla black, you know it well [Chorus: Mos Def and Slick Rick] What it is You know, they know What it is We know, ya'll know What it is Ecstatic, there it is Huh, what it is You know, we know What it is They know, ya'll know What it is You don't know? Here it is What it is You know, we know What it is They know, ya'll know What it is You don't know? Here it is [Ad lib: Mos Def] Peace, power, fantastic, original And always on time, and rocking your mind, it's like [Verse: Slick Rick] Sit and come relax, riddle of the Mack It's the patch, I'm a soldier in the middle of Iraq Well say about noonish, coming out the whip And lookin' at me curious, a young Iraqi kid (Awww) Carrying laundry, whats wrong G? Hungry? No, give me my oil, get fuck out my country In an Arabian market, other stuff Till his moms come grab him, and they walk off in a rush Distrust, bitter like I's pissed off on moon I'm like "Shorty, hope that we can fix our differences soon! Bye!" Buying apples, I'm breaking 'em Brooklyn take everything, why not just take the damn food Black bastard I don't understand it, on another planet? 15 months of this stuff, how I'm gonna manage? And increasing the sentiment, gentlemen Getting down on their Middle-Eastern instruments Realized trapped in this crap Walk over, kicked one of my fabulous raps (La-dee Da-dee) Arab jaws dropped, they well wished, they glad wrapped Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad [Mos Def and Slick Rick] What it is What it is [Chorus: Mos Def and Slick Rick] What it is You know, they know What it is We know, ya'll know What it is Ecstatic, there it is Huh, what it is You know, we know What it is They know, ya'll know What it is You don't know? Here it is What it is You know, we know What it is They know, ya'll know What it is You don't know? Here it is |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Mos Def] Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down so we can speed it up y'all Right now I want everybody come to the front That's right, move forward I want all the poppers and the breakers, to form this circle I want all the poppers and the breakers The writers and the exciters, to get in this circle and make it real live yo Cause I'm seein too many stars up in here tonight yo I'm seein the Rock Steady Crew I'm seein Ken Swift, I'm seein Mr. Wiggles I'm seein Modesho, I'm seein Crazy Legs Man I'm seein the Zulu Nation up in here I'm seein the Rawkus family, Shabaam Shadeeq, Company Flow Menelik, I'm seein G-ology, Shawn J. Period Man this the Black Star movement Mos Def, Talib Kweli we gon' keep it live for the b boys and b girls universally Rock Steady Japan, Rock Steady Europe Rock Steady New York, yo we just gonna keep it live all over the world -- get live [Talib Kweli] Party people, in the place to be My name is Talib Kweli Yo, I got my man on the side of me Mos Def-initely, and we, are (Fresh) Black Star (Fresh) G Young (Fresh) Hi-Tek (Fresh) Native Tongue (Fresh) Shawn J. (Fresh) Eighty-eight (Fresh) Ninety-eight we bout to motivate, come on y'all [M] [T] Here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who was put on hold They tried to stop the goal We on a spiritual plane Tried to kill the pride And destroy the name We just two bad brothers Who will never quit I'm Mos Def Kweli (WE THE ULTIMATE) Make sure that you tell Everybody you know To get on line Take a ride To the Black Star show! Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Turn the drums up
Turn my vocals, too I hear myself a lil more Yeah More [Repeats] Moto [Repeats] Nice [Repeats] Moto moto still [Repeats] Yeah [Repeats] Nice [Repeats] Good Uh huh You waited up a lil bit for me Yeah [Repeats] Bedstuy Parade and Funeral March For fighters and lovers How [Repeats] I can't stand you I just love you I got something to give you but I don't want to The one I wanna be close to but I can't touch you 'cause I can see you But I can't see good 'cause You keep me crying My gangsta woman Sweet gangsta woman Pretty gangsta woman Little killa woman Sweet gangasta woman Pretty killa woman Sweet gangsta woman Gangsta How [Repeats] Gangsta [Repeats] |
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from Medina Green - U Know the Flex - The Mix Tape Vol 01 (2005)
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies and mysteries Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously Battle in the wilderness of North America Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray Chased by predators Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved While we sit back waitin' to evolve Those who would trade in their freedom For their protection deserve neither Fuck a name, fuck tradition Religion, you learn Jesus Turn the other cheek Inherit the Earth, just stay meek Fuck the way you speak Try to walk, we chop off your feet Fast forward to 2003, niggas beef The psychology of children are slaves to run deep Hell yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples yo Yeah yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples yo Beef is not what Jay said to Nas Beef is when workin' niggas can't find jobs So they tryna find niggas to rob Tryna find bigger guns so they can finish the job Beef is when the crack kids can't find moms Cause they end up inna pine box or locked behind bars Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97 Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic Beef don't come with a radio edit Beef is when the judge is callin' you "defendant" Beef, it comes with a long jail sentence Handed down to you in a few short minutes Beef is when your girl come through for a visit Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga" Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get it And all your little kids is doin' is gettin' bigger You tryin' not to raise 'em around these wild niggas Beef is when a gold digger got ya seat and a A manicured hand out like "pay me nigga" Or I'm tellin' your wife Or startin' up some foul rumor that'll ruin your life Beef is when a gangster ain't doin' it right Another gangster then decided what to do with his life Beef is not what these famous niggas do on the mic Beef is what George Bush would do in a fight Yeah, beef is not what Ja said to 50 Beef is more than Irv not bein' here with me When a soldier ends his life with his own gun Beef is tryin' to figure out what to tell his son Beef is oil prices and geopolitics Beef is Iraq, the West Bank, and Gaza Strip Some beef is big and some beef is small But what y'all call beef is not beef at all Beef is real life happenin' everyday And it's realer than them songs that you get at Kay Slay This has been a Black Star P-S-A From Mos Def, Pretty Flocko, black Dante And the Black Star embassy, B to the K ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SMITH, DANTE/KWELI, TALIB Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC |
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from De La Soul - Stakes Is High (1997)
Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha! Ha ha ha ha Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha!! Intro/Chorus: De La + Mos Def Now this goes out to all area clicks Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La/De La/Native Tongue in the mix Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick Now this goes out to all area clicks From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6 Remember to keep the Mos Def/Native Tongue in the mix Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits Verse One: Mos Def, Dove, Posdonus Now, come on y'all, get live get down What we have is a brand new sound So don't none of y'all just be misled The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread Shakin laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots See I'm out to get the corn like in them rainbow pots Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath We are the killer combination with the size to administer the beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes Chorus Now check it out, and ya don't stop We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Mos Def, Posdonus, Dove I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin ill No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon build But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like gabba D Tryin to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine (word up) I bag dimes like my man born on August 17 Life be nuttin but a river son I'm swimmin upstream Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears with information due to confirmation of the nation's most wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table Rated at the high point of the mass Rippin MC's at the top of a class, occasionally rippin some sucker's face Or some suckable ass from a girl It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right) Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like braille (uh-huh) Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail Came to set like equators invented, with the heat Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete RIGHT *echoes*, so when I shine the light crabs wince Manifestin for the future here in the present tense No doubt, I love the sound biggin out off your Jeeps Son I want the little kids bangin big brother beats Chorus We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits Perfecta, perfecta (repeat 3X) Word up |
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from De La Soul - Live At Tramps, Nyc, 1996 (2004)
Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha! Ha ha ha ha Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha!! Intro/Chorus: De La + Mos Def Now this goes out to all area clicks Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La/De La/Native Tongue in the mix Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick Now this goes out to all area clicks From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6 Remember to keep the Mos Def/Native Tongue in the mix Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits Verse One: Mos Def, Dove, Posdonus Now, come on y'all, get live get down What we have is a brand new sound So don't none of y'all just be misled The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread Shakin laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots See I'm out to get the corn like in them rainbow pots Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath We are the killer combination with the size to administer the beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes Chorus Now check it out, and ya don't stop We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Mos Def, Posdonus, Dove I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin ill No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon build But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like gabba D Tryin to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine (word up) I bag dimes like my man born on August 17 Life be nuttin but a river son I'm swimmin upstream Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears with information due to confirmation of the nation's most wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table Rated at the high point of the mass Rippin MC's at the top of a class, occasionally rippin some sucker's face Or some suckable ass from a girl It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right) Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like braille (uh-huh) Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail Came to set like equators invented, with the heat Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete RIGHT *echoes*, so when I shine the light crabs wince Manifestin for the future here in the present tense No doubt, I love the sound biggin out off your Jeeps Son I want the little kids bangin big brother beats Chorus We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits Perfecta, perfecta (repeat 3X) Word up |
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from De La Soul - De La Mix Tape_Remixes... (2004)
Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha! Ha ha ha ha Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha!! Intro/Chorus: De La + Mos Def Now this goes out to all area clicks Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La/De La/Native Tongue in the mix Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick Now this goes out to all area clicks From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6 Remember to keep the Mos Def/Native Tongue in the mix Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits Verse One: Mos Def, Dove, Posdonus Now, come on y'all, get live get down What we have is a brand new sound So don't none of y'all just be misled The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread Shakin laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots See I'm out to get the corn like in them rainbow pots Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath We are the killer combination with the size to administer the beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes Chorus Now check it out, and ya don't stop We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Mos Def, Posdonus, Dove I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin ill No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon build But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like gabba D Tryin to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine (word up) I bag dimes like my man born on August 17 Life be nuttin but a river son I'm swimmin upstream Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears with information due to confirmation of the nation's most wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table Rated at the high point of the mass Rippin MC's at the top of a class, occasionally rippin some sucker's face Or some suckable ass from a girl It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right) Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like braille (uh-huh) Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail Came to set like equators invented, with the heat Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete RIGHT *echoes*, so when I shine the light crabs wince Manifestin for the future here in the present tense No doubt, I love the sound biggin out off your Jeeps Son I want the little kids bangin big brother beats Chorus We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits Perfecta, perfecta (repeat 3X) Word up |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Black Jack Was a fighting man Black Jack Was a mighty man You stand them up He knock them out Yeah Yeah Thats the real You set them up He knock them down Yeah Yeah Thats the deal Now sing them high HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY Up in the sky Whoa, Oh, Whoa, Whoo Break it down low Whoa, Whoa Break it off slow Whoa, Whoa Then shout it out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Hey, Hey Who dat boogie man There dat boogie man Tackidy Tackidy Tap Tap Tap Holdin' bread in hand Go head work that band Go head work it say Talkin' the talk and walkin' the walk Is what daddy do they say Wear those pretty clothes Drive them pretty cars You a super hero You a super star You a super man Go head fly yo cape Blowin' in the wind Let it touch the hand Stand and fight and win Snatch the crown again Wit' yo mighty swing And yo flashy smile Let them see the light You so black and bright You so bright you black Shinin' you cryin' to fight them back Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah ( s) |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Black Jack Was a fighting man Black Jack Was a mighty man You stand them up He knock them out Yeah Yeah Thats the real You set them up He knock them down Yeah Yeah Thats the deal Now sing them high HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY Up in the sky Whoa, Oh, Whoa, Whoo Break it down low Whoa, Whoa Break it off slow Whoa, Whoa Then shout it out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Hey, Hey Who dat boogie man There dat boogie man Tackidy Tackidy Tap Tap Tap Holdin' bread in hand Go head work that band Go head work it say Talkin' the talk and walkin' the walk Is what daddy do they say Wear those pretty clothes Drive them pretty cars You a super hero You a super star You a super man Go head fly yo cape Blowin' in the wind Let it touch the hand Stand and fight and win Snatch the crown again Wit' yo mighty swing And yo flashy smile Let them see the light You so black and bright You so bright you black Shinin' you cryin' to fight them back Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (s) |
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from Brown Sugar (브라운 슈가) by Robert Hurst [ost] (2002)
(1st Verse)
Good evening ladies and gents, close and distant fam Let me break it down for ya'll exactly who I am...(CAV) That brotha straight off of Myrtle Ave That dude that make the other dude say that's my man, (CAV) It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have The haters know it's real and that's why they mad They struggle so hard while I just lay back They sound under pressure, sweaty and straight wack I rock like this because I ain't that, (CAV) Tell the players I'm taking the game back... Matta fact tell the coaches, the GMs, and owners Shut down the stadiums, it's ova I make the cat's in the back draw closer Get the comp choked up like white folks on Oprah Yeah you dope, but (CAV) is more doper Mo skill, mo style than mo folkas I hit the lab with good shit to smoke up And tell the sound man where I wanna go from Blow up, skit sheet across the notepad School em' all from the drop out to post grads What history book you do or don't have There's only two eras of rap, pre and post CAV Now you know that Stop the train, there's no place for the game left to go at (BREAK) CAV is my name but you can call me, (CAV) It's all the same abbreviated or whole Shout it out so it don't be a secret to folk it go, (CAV) Short for Cavee but I'm not from Cali I'm from the rotten apple, dirty streets and alleys Bed-Stuy Brooklyn doin'it exactly, Get at me!!! (2nd Verse) Holla!!...Like Missy and Ja Rule Ain't a crowd in the world that CAV cannot move Hot dude, cats was thinkin' it's not true But come front row at show, I got proof I went from sellin' candy in junior high school To servin' spoony g for the fiends, to gnaw to Got sent upstate on bus, (Not cool) In the yard thinkin' damn should've listen to ma duke Come home in 99, what the fuck I'm gonna do I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin Buildin' up my rep to be one of the five greatest And I ain't saying CAV the best nigga out there But until he appear, I'm sittin'in his chair And I'ma need a few moments just to get in ya'll ear To make you forget the Duke was eva even here I got two words for the world, BE PREPARED!! I got three words for your girl, DON'T BE SCARED!!! And when they ask where the real hip-hop, IT'S OVA HERE!!! And when they ask where Brooklyn at, HOLD YA EAR!!!! It's like YEAH!!!!, Chris Antione Vashon Capricorn hit em' off with the classic bong and then I'm gone... Ridin' back to Brook-Lan... boyeeeeee |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
*part one* [Mos Def] Hey hey, ha ha say what say what Ha ha bust it yo Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey Cuz it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Best in the world and all USA It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seed I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five For as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts Nickname Bucktown cuz we grown to outburst Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place Settled by the judge many years ago Three billion strong and here we go *part two* [Mos Def] GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!! Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)*repeated in background* Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at Unlike any place I ever been at The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps Have a mishap, push ya wig back Where you go to get the fresh trim at Four on the jake got the Timb rack Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs that trick off just get sent off They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off It's real yo but still yo, it's love here And it's felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here Must be something that they really want here One year as a resident, deeper sentiment Shoutout "Go Brooklyn!", they representin it Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses Usin native dialect in they sentences )From the treeline blocks to the tenaments To the Mom & Pop local shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncalm )From ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in Starite City gettin busy To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy My Flatbush posse, generals of armies When it's time to form, just call me And let this song be, playin loud in Long B If you love Bucktown STRONGLY! RAISE IT UP! *part three* [Mos Def] Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back It's where you find the news tool crew cameras at It's where my fam is at, summertime jame is at They play Big and get you open like a sandal back Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you can't relax The crack babies tryin to find where they mama's at It's off the handle black, wit big police scandals that Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax The type of place where they check your appearance at And cats who know where all the high low gear is at The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back The doorstep where the disposessed posted at Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovarax You big ballin better keep your money folded back Cuz once the young guns notice that it's over, black Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at Where one of the greatest MC's was a local cat |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
(Mos Def)
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin I wanna know, I wanna know who you are *Mos Def singing* (Mos) Brown skin lady, hey hey (Talib) Yes (Mos) Where you goin (Talib) This goes to the brown skin ladies (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) Yo, indigineous women of the planet Earth (Mos) What you doin? (Talib) Givin birth to the brown skin ladies first (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) For what it's worth, from me to you (Mos) How do you feel? (Talib) From me to you, watchin you I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, I live the way you move (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, please, won't you do that dance (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby (together) And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is (Talib) Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years I met a few, none of them compare to you Preparin you to make food bearable, somethin terrible, let's see: you fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, huggable Doable like art, suitable to be part of my life, Coppertone, oh you copyright infringement Pay you bidness ten cents, way back in the day It's like I'm standin there you know appreciatin God's design and then you showed up, it's like you read my mind DAMN SHE'S FINE, I think I add the R-E, in front of that and see if she D, to get, with a cat like me (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, I live the way you move (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, please, won't you do that dance (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby (together) And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is (Mos Def) Ooooh! Daring me girl, look at you! Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new Ooooh! Headwrap cover your hairdo Pretty feet peekin through open-toed shoe Ooooh! No limit to what I would do Make love to you like long interview Whooh! Is she for real, me like you Good look champion, win the title True, many man try invite you Shot down lyric each time they cyph you Jewel, what man you get all insides you Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue I tighten up my game as I approach you Yo check her she the nectar the bee get close to ... (Talib) I don't get many compliments, but I am confident Used to have a complex about, gettin too complex You got me, willin to try, looked me in the eye My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames it's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the coal train to A Love Supreme My brown lady, creates environments, for happy brown babies, I know it sounds crazy but your skin's the inspiration for cocoa butter You provoke a brother we should get to know one another I discover when I bring you through my people say TRUE, all I can say is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you *Mos Def singing* (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) Yes (Mos) Where you goin (Talib) This goes to the brown skin ladies (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) On the planet Earth today, yes (Mos) What you doin? (Mos) Brown skin lady (Mos) How do you feel? (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, I live the way you move (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, please do that dance (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby (together) And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is (Mos) There she is, she's a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady (Talib) You know what some people put themselves through to look just like you? Dark stocking, high heels, lipstick, alla that You know what? Without makeup you're beautiful Whatcha you need to paint the next face for We're not dealin with the European standard of beauty tonight Turn off the TV and put the magazine away In the mirror tell me what you see See the evidence of divine presence Women of the, Carribean, they got the, golden sun I know women on the continent got it Nigeria, and Ghana, you know they got it Tanzania, Namibia and Mozambique and Bothswana, to let it speak about latinas, columbianas ... Tallenas, of course the Brooklyn women walk that walk And the Bronx women walk that walk Honies from Queens walk that walk, NYC, ATL, LA Cincinnati, the Bay Area... |
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from Brown Sugar (브라운 슈가) by Robert Hurst [ost] (2002)
(if you invited me)
Yeah, Cav Love, brown sugar Bout to set it like, yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) Yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) (if you invited me) Adjust my mic so I can touch it up right quick Show 'em how Brooklyn do, you know what I mean? (no doubt) Listen, yo Let's start it up (start it up) Let's get it flowin (get it flowin) Let's make a move (make a move) Let's get it goin (haha) I know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it? And you been waitin your whole life for one moment Well baby here it is (here it is) You better step to it (step to it) I know you ready right (ready y'all) Then baby let's do it (let's do it) Put your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it Then put whatever else is left to it See you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em Got your focus man, now they got a problem Who you talkin to? son right there The man in the mirror, I see him quite clear Do your thing Cav (yeah son) Work it out dog (work it out) Open up their minds (open up) Be about yours (bout yours) Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours Get your mind right (mind right) Keep your sound raw (sound raw) Heavy bass man (bass man) Make it bounce more (bounce more) Make 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor (if you invited me) How it sound y'all? I know it's crazy, right I know it's crazy tight, don't ever take me light It's Cav Love y'all (Cav Love y'all) And that's what's up y'all (sup y'all) I peeped in, I know exactly what you want y'all I make it jump y'all (jump y'all) So put 'em up y'all (up y'all) Brown Sugar, Brooklyn, it's bout to jump off (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) (uh huh) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up (uh) Got the world sweatin like fiends without cook up Come on, you know you really wanna (give it to me) You better (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) brown sugar, ha Lick your lips to it Work your hips to it (ha) And steady rockin like this to it (Mos Def) It's like one, two, three, and to the four The brother Cavvy Cav is here so let him know This for my hustlers (my hustlers) This for my scramblers (scramblers) This for my sexy mamis (sexy mamis) This for everybody (everybody) Bang it at any party and watch 'em rock to it Bounce some pop to it, this here's hot music Duke I'm not losin, you need to stop foolin I know the game very well boy I'm not stupid Sharp and smart movement, applyin a heart to it Came here to get the ghetto blocks movin (if you invited me) And after rockin in the porch and backyards movin Keep it crackin cuz I love the way that y'all do it (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up Observe the way how we make it sound hit up Like you got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) Brown Sugar Lick your lips to it (huh) Work your hips to it (yeah) And steady rockin like this to it like damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby if you invited me if you invited me |
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from Brown Sugar (브라운 슈가) by Robert Hurst [ost] (2002)
(if you invited me)
Yeah, Cav Love, brown sugar Bout to set it like, yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) Yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) (if you invited me) Adjust my mic so I can touch it up right quick Show 'em how Brooklyn do, you know what I mean? (no doubt) Listen, yo Let's start it up (start it up) Let's get it flowin (get it flowin) Let's make a move (make a move) Let's get it goin (haha) I know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it? And you been waitin your whole life for one moment Well baby here it is (here it is) You better step to it (step to it) I know you ready right (ready y'all) Then baby let's do it (let's do it) Put your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it Then put whatever else is left to it See you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em Got your focus man, now they got a problem Who you talkin to? son right there The man in the mirror, I see him quite clear Do your thing Cav (yeah son) Work it out dog (work it out) Open up their minds (open up) Be about yours (bout yours) Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours Get your mind right (mind right) Keep your sound raw (sound raw) Heavy bass man (bass man) Make it bounce more (bounce more) Make 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor (if you invited me) How it sound y'all? I know it's crazy, right I know it's crazy tight, don't ever take me light It's Cav Love y'all (Cav Love y'all) And that's what's up y'all (sup y'all) I peeped in, I know exactly what you want y'all I make it jump y'all (jump y'all) So put 'em up y'all (up y'all) Brown Sugar, Brooklyn, it's bout to jump off (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) (uh huh) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up (uh) Got the world sweatin like fiends without cook up Come on, you know you really wanna (give it to me) You better (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) brown sugar, ha Lick your lips to it Work your hips to it (ha) And steady rockin like this to it (Mos Def) It's like one, two, three, and to the four The brother Cavvy Cav is here so let him know This for my hustlers (my hustlers) This for my scramblers (scramblers) This for my sexy mamis (sexy mamis) This for everybody (everybody) Bang it at any party and watch 'em rock to it Bounce some pop to it, this here's hot music Duke I'm not losin, you need to stop foolin I know the game very well boy I'm not stupid Sharp and smart movement, applyin a heart to it Came here to get the ghetto blocks movin (if you invited me) And after rockin in the porch and backyards movin Keep it crackin cuz I love the way that y'all do it (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up Observe the way how we make it sound hit up Like you got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) Brown Sugar Lick your lips to it (huh) Work your hips to it (yeah) And steady rockin like this to it like damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby if you invited me if you invited me |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
It's said that every revolutionary act is a act of love And this is an act of love All power to the people I said the P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Can you see the pride of the panther as he glows in splendor and grace? Topling obstacles placed in the way of the progression of his race Can you see the pride in the panther as she nurtures her young, all alone? The seed must grow, regardless of the fact that it's planted, in stone Can't you see the pride of the panthers as they unify, as one? The flower blooms, with brilliance and outshines the rays of the sun Outshines, like the sun Shines out, like the sun Shines bright, like the sun Brings light, like the sun P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in th |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
It's said that every revolutionary act is a act of love And this is an act of love All power to the people I said the P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me Can you see the pride of the panther as he glows in splendor and grace? Topling obstacles placed in the way of the progression of his race Can you see the pride in the panther as she nurtures her young, all alone? The seed must grow, regardless of the fact that it's planted, in stone Can't you see the pride of the panthers as they unify, as one? The flower blooms, with brilliance and outshines the rays of the sun Outshines, like the sun Shines out, like the sun Shines bright, like the sun Brings light, like the sun P is for power, the A for action The N-T because now is the time to get it done See the H is for heart, and the E for effect The R hold it down at the end for respect Who am I? A panther Who am I? A panther What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE Raise your hands in th |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Boogie Man
Magnetic, the flows are athletic Dimensions are perfected But the static and kinetic is power Past pressure, and mass beyond measure You can place son where ever, he "Don't stop" Magnetic, the flows are athletic Dimensions are perfected But the static and kinetic is power Past pressure, and mass beyond measure You can place son where ever, he Bed-Stuy "Boogie Man" Magnetic, the flows are athletic Dimensions are perfected But the static and kinetic is power Past pressure, and mass beyond measure You can place son where ever, he "Thank you and thank you very kindly" Magnetic, the flows are athletic Dimensions are perfected But the static and kinetic is power Past pressure, and mass beyond measure You can place son where ever, he Bed-Stuy forever The fresh, the author and associates are proud to present M-Def the Black, fantastic raw Dynamic, true Ecstatic, ghetto outstanding Classic active every place, I have The skill, power, passion, raise your red lantern Stanzas and anthems based on expansion A vantage point of the past, present and after Rapture, master of ceremony, a master craft Of the masterminds who craft masters Master and viber from Brooklyn Island Legendary asylum, Black Star shining Bedford-Stuyvesant isn't Strivers Flatbush blazing like it's smoke of the prophet And it's constant, my mother an artwork And God is the author, from Flaco to Archer We right on target, a ready steady responsive A black light white in the darkness, y'all just Are fantastic rawness, good morning, yes You are rocking with the fresh You are rocking with the fresh You are rocking with the Def With the, yes Hah, ye-hee-he's Right now on it always So shocking, never stopping Always keep the beat on popping Hah, ye-he-he-heee Ye-hee-he-hes Right now on it always Play on Adidas You know you can't stop my go You can't stop my go Born to be who I am (Been born to be who I am) Bright light from a distant star (Bright light from a distant star) Miracles, answered prayers (Miracles, answered prayers) Huh, all in together now You can't stop my go I've been born to be where I am A bright light from a distant star Miracles and answered prayers You can't stop my go I've been born to be where I am Mos light from a distant star Miracles and answered prayers Yes, ye-hee-hees Right now on it always So shocking, never stopping Always keep the beat on popping Hah, ye-he-he-heeees Hah, ye-he-heees Right now on it always Author and associates are proud to present Static rhythms of Boogie Man productions Don't stop the rock You don't, don't stop the rock You don't, don't stop the rock You don't, don't stop the rock You hear the people say "Don't stop" Don't stop the rock You don't, don't stop the rock You don't, don't stop the rock You don't, don't stop the rock You hear the people say "Don't stop" [Repeat x5] You can't stop my go I've been born to be where I am Bright light from a distant star Miracles "Don't stop" |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem Peace, peace whats up y'all this is Mos Def And this is a message to the people If you see or hear goodness from me Then that goodness is from The Creator You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that Cause I'm not the architect of that I'm only the ... the recipient If you see weakness or shortcoming in me It's from my own weakness or shortcoming And I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for that Thank you Brooklyn, Thank you World Yeah, yeah there it is Turn my voice up in the top a little bit It feel good to be back Whats up ochenta? Yeah, yeah, ha.. It's the Black Dante in your headphones Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio (Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me For my hometown, break down a little history for you Myrtle and Broadway, Roosvelt projects, Mossie projects Listen .. I stepped on the field from no league just home team I Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rock With the final seconds +one to land+ on the clock Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin shot I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop Then fled the arena before they called cops Tell the players and the coach I wasn't tryin to blow spot But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about You got work to do, I don't know if that work for you But thats how Mos work it through And my work is personal, I'm a workin person I put in work, I work with purpose I get it there, on the water, air, the surface You feel the impact? Niggaz yeah it's workin Listen God did not make me a fearful person The only fear I have, Is my failure to adhear his path I would love it just to hear this back On the ghetto streets where y'all at On the ave's where the Jeep's go past In the coupes where the seats go back In the parties where it be so packed And the atmosphere be so black And them black things be so phat If I could I would be so glad But if not I won't be so mad I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam' And even if you don't see it my fam I believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessed I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def I'm rockin the hard right, ground zero, to far left I'm, well balanced, with immense talents Burn the script, then flip it to keep myself challanged And thats the mark of a true champ-ine Thats whether I'm in or outside the ring No fights, no tilte, no crown or reign Feel my presence even when I'm up out this thing Just trust, thats what I'm about to be But until then settle in and rock with me Ha, thats what its about to be Ghetto people look alive with me And say, We 'gon, stop by Then we just keep movin on Ghetto people, look alive and Feel free, we just keep movin on For Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master Jay All the great hero's who have passed away Scott Laraque, Big Pac, Feaky Tai, Big L All the soldiers locked down in the cell Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail To our loved ones, and deceased Dyin in the street, or quiet in their sleep (B.I.G.) Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memory(+Sans Marie+) Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memory And thats real Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an end Because it must, and when it does I hope that y'all remember me With true respect And ghetto love Now raise it up Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an end Because it must, and when it does I hope that y'all remember me Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway Yeah, yeah y'all Let me hear it back(echo) Freaky radio (freaky radio) ha .. Freaky radio (freaky radio) everywhere on the dial |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem Peace, peace whats up y'all this is Mos Def And this is a message to the people If you see or hear goodness from me Then that goodness is from The Creator You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that Cause I'm not the architect of that I'm only the ... the recipient If you see weakness or shortcoming in me It's from my own weakness or shortcoming And I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for that Thank you Brooklyn, Thank you World Yeah, yeah there it is Turn my voice up in the top a little bit It feel good to be back Whats up ochenta? Yeah, yeah, ha.. It's the Black Dante in your headphones Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio (Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me For my hometown, break down a little history for you Myrtle and Broadway, Roosvelt projects, Mossie projects Listen .. I stepped on the field from no league just home team I Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rock With the final seconds +one to land+ on the clock Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin shot I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop Then fled the arena before they called cops Tell the players and the coach I wasn't tryin to blow spot But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about You got work to do, I don't know if that work for you But thats how Mos work it through And my work is personal, I'm a workin person I put in work, I work with purpose I get it there, on the water, air, the surface You feel the impact? Niggaz yeah it's workin Listen God did not make me a fearful person The only fear I have, Is my failure to adhear his path I would love it just to hear this back On the ghetto streets where y'all at On the ave's where the Jeep's go past In the coupes where the seats go back In the parties where it be so packed And the atmosphere be so black And them black things be so phat If I could I would be so glad But if not I won't be so mad I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam' And even if you don't see it my fam I believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessed I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def I'm rockin the hard right, ground zero, to far left I'm, well balanced, with immense talents Burn the script, then flip it to keep myself challanged And thats the mark of a true champ-ine Thats whether I'm in or outside the ring No fights, no tilte, no crown or reign Feel my presence even when I'm up out this thing Just trust, thats what I'm about to be But until then settle in and rock with me Ha, thats what its about to be Ghetto people look alive with me And say, We 'gon, stop by Then we just keep movin on Ghetto people, look alive and Feel free, we just keep movin on For Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master Jay All the great hero's who have passed away Scott Laraque, Big Pac, Feaky Tai, Big L All the soldiers locked down in the cell Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail To our loved ones, and deceased Dyin in the street, or quiet in their sleep (B.I.G.) Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memory(+Sans Marie+) Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memory And thats real Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an end Because it must, and when it does I hope that y'all remember me With true respect And ghetto love Now raise it up Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an end Because it must, and when it does I hope that y'all remember me Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway Yeah, yeah y'all Let me hear it back(echo) Freaky radio (freaky radio) ha .. Freaky radio (freaky radio) everywhere on the dial |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
(Child #1) ...and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em
like POW! POW! POW! (Child #2) Whaaaaa??! (Mos Def) Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that it's time to go to bed y'all Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that You know what time it is, you know what time it is (Children) Uncle Mos? (Mos Def) Yeeesss? (Children) Would you read us a bedtime story please? (Mos Def) Okay, okay. Ya'll tucked in? (Children) Yeessss... (Mos Def) Heeeere we go... Once upon a time not long ago When people wore Adidas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good There lived a little boy who was misled By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said "Me and you kid we gonna make some cash, Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash..." They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder Set some R & B over the track for 'Deep Cover' (187!) The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic He said "Yo, that presidential I got ta have it..." With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track But little did he know that his joints was wack The shiny A & R said "Great new hit G!" "Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me..." The kid got amped and he starts to figure "I'm-a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!" So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock' Was out in the street when he met this sister Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister Hooked up the track and in excitation He decided he'd head for the radio station But (But!) he was runnin' and he made a left Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo money, Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?" He ran upstairs up to the top floor Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (Who?) JANE the chickenhead radio host Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast He said "This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!" The chicken said "Thanks." and spanked it #1 He went outside, was gettin' props all over Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover Raced up the block doin' 83 Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D He winked his eye like his star status mattered They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter "You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic..." His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said They told the kid "Back down, that playa shit is dead." Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an' Before long, the young man got surrounded Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory And that is the way I got ta end this story He was out chasin' cream and the American dream Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass Life is more than what your hands can grasp Good Night! (kids talking) Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos (3x) Knock 'em out... A-nother...Mos Def...Black Star MOVEMENT... presentation... CRUUUMBS! |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
La La La [humming...] People climbed into the night like space suits People stepped into the night like moon boots Marching like moon troops In their zoot colored zoot suits People climbed into the night like cool wells Shiney bottles in their hands Drinking their new selves They say it's their true selves People climbed up in the night like green trees They were hanging from the night like green leaves Buzzing like queen bees People climbed into the night like space suits People stomped inside the night Stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping Where are they going? What's the rush? Everybody's embraced but so out of touch Hey Night-time is when the things get heavy You feel alone and you want somebody Loneliness whispers desperate measures And your frantic all by yourself Night-time is when the things get heavy You feel alone and you want somebody Loneliness whispers desperate measures Baby don't make no fast moves Baby don't make no fast moves Baby don't make no fast moves Baby don't make no fast moves- Tonight La La La [humming...] People stomped inside the night Let me climb into the night... Let me climb... [vamp to fade] |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Mos Def Pull up to ya spot on low Shine brighter than all o' them cats they got on glow Layin the cut like they not gon' know Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know This door marked private this is not fo' sho' It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sho' Is they what you call gangsta, hell no They get a lil' pitch and go snitch to the po' They all talk fast and they all think slow I'm Mos Definite, not think so Flood ya city with the black ink flow And my crew ain't scared to let them things go So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious I'm just alright dawg, I'm doin' great dawg I don't play games so I don't playa hate y'all Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg I'm like the second plane that made the tower's face off That shit that let you know it's really not a game dawg Your grind and my grindin is same dawg I'm the catalogue, you the same song So cool and ol' school like A4? The one ya lil mami windin' up on ways for The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off Don't push me (get off) Cuz I'm close - To the streets, to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women, the children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers the quiet, the livest, the realest - And that's close Don't push me, cuz I'm close To the edge, back, middle, and front Strong back shit liftin' it up From the big and the small I'm like J. Brown +Gettin' Involved+ But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross Have ya preacher man speakin' low gettin' his cross Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced It's a real bad way to get ya name in the Source Testin' the limits of a dangerous force Ya ended up dumb famous and gone Your people shoutin' out ya name in they song Pourin' liquor on the day you was born Find paint to put ya face on the wall C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that It's all good, we all here, goin' all out (all out) All day, listen when this song say Don't push me 'cuz I'm close - To the streets, to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women, the children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers the quiet, the livest, the realest And that's close Don't push me, cuz I'm close To the edge, back, middle, and front Strong back shit liftin' it up From the big and the small I'm like J. Brown +Gettin' Involved+ Now get yours Boom diggy bang-di-bang-di, boom bang diggy ed 24x talking behind |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Mos Def Pull up to ya spot on low Shine brighter than all o' them cats they got on glow Layin the cut like they not gon' know Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know This door marked private this is not fo' sho' It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sho' Is they what you call gangsta, hell no They get a lil' pitch and go snitch to the po' They all talk fast and they all think slow I'm Mos Definite, not think so Flood ya city with the black ink flow And my crew ain't scared to let them things go So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious I'm just alright dawg, I'm doin' great dawg I don't play games so I don't playa hate y'all Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg I'm like the second plane that made the tower's face off That shit that let you know it's really not a game dawg Your grind and my grindin is same dawg I'm the catalogue, you the same song So cool and ol' school like A4? The one ya lil mami windin' up on ways for The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off Don't push me (get off) Cuz I'm close - To the streets, to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women, the children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers the quiet, the livest, the realest - And that's close Don't push me, cuz I'm close To the edge, back, middle, and front Strong back shit liftin' it up From the big and the small I'm like J. Brown +Gettin' Involved+ But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross Have ya preacher man speakin' low gettin' his cross Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced It's a real bad way to get ya name in the Source Testin' the limits of a dangerous force Ya ended up dumb famous and gone Your people shoutin' out ya name in they song Pourin' liquor on the day you was born Find paint to put ya face on the wall C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that It's all good, we all here, goin' all out (all out) All day, listen when this song say Don't push me 'cuz I'm close - To the streets, to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz, the women, the children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers the quiet, the livest, the realest And that's close Don't push me, cuz I'm close To the edge, back, middle, and front Strong back shit liftin' it up From the big and the small I'm like J. Brown +Gettin' Involved+ Now get yours Boom diggy bang-di-bang-di, boom bang diggy ed 24x talking behind |
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from Medina Green - U Know the Flex - The Mix Tape Vol 01 (2005)
[Mos Def]
[Keep rising] Medina Green [Keep rising] DCQ [Keep rising] Long I too(?) [Keep rising] the Mighty Mos Def [Keep rising] can't forget Cess [Keep keep keep...] Mercenary from the De La [Keep rising to the top...] Lace the beats up tight, yo tell 'em Dee [DCQ] Four a.m. laid up at the res Got a call made my heart jump out my chest My man's got beef at the dance, exits is blocked Enemies outside with they heat on cop He's says that if he goes outside He knows he gone get clapped My man from way back Ain't going out like that He got peoples in the club and his ties is strong But he know that they can only hold it down for so long So now he's trapped off and he's calling on me To come and represent like I'm G.O.D. Of course I must agree, 'cause this is family If tables was turned he would do it for me So now I'm hopping out my bed, Ready put a nigga never seen 'pon dead Guess a black man can't have no peace Pull out my heat Woke up out my sleep over crosstown beef [Chorus] Crosstown beef be like crosstown traffic, thick Brothers be on some real shit Everyman get scared and prepare for confrontation "When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation" Crosstown beef be like crosstown traffic, thick Brothers be on some real shit Everyman get scared when prepared for confrontation "Getting closer to God, in a tight situation" [Mos Def] Yo check it It was a friday in the month of may Around the time when everybody put they game on play See my girl was out in deesa(?) it was all on me I figured I would hit the metro on the mad L.D. Now everybody know what the spring time is about Players polish up they game cause the shorties be out I was rocking jew-els and my wears was crisp My man said there was a jam that I shuould not miss I hopped in the livery(?) without a moment to spare and when I rolled up on the function everybody was there I was catching sexy stares from the shams in the rear Saw my peers and heads I haven't seen in years Now I was getting caught up in the nightlife mix Then I see my main man from my old time clique "Oh shit, not my nigga Mos Def in the house" "Oh shit baby-paw, I ain't know you came home" We talked about that and this and way back since When I seen a caravan sporting wild dark tints Its window half cracked and they was crusing slow And was circling the block like they was po-po Said I was jibbing with my man so I paid it no mind That's when the shots rang out from the passenger side It was a forty-five bark that made us all duck down Girls was letting out screams as shells hit the ground I was looking for my man so we both could split That's when he turned to me and said "yo Mos I'm hit" I guess the street life don't leave a nigga alone Laced up at the party and he just came home If he survive I know he goin' retaliate If he don't, they bought theyself a burial plate Either way situation status on code red I'm on the horn to tell the fam its on like Con Ed [Chorus] [DCQ:] [Peace] Peace [Who dis?] The God 2 [Yo whattup son?] Nothing much, maintaining you? [Right] I just came out the bing and shit is mad real, This shit ain't bout nothing son [Son I know how you feel] My girl is in the world trying to raise my seed There's mad shit that she want and mad shit that she need [true dat] Plus she got some nigga, knocking at her door [Who dis?] Some crab-ass cat that she messed with before [From where?] Always acting wild disrespecting my G, [Stop playing..] I think he gotta go, what's the verdict DC [DCQ] Verdict guilty, left hand on the scene You might be locked down but you're part of the team If you say gotta go, then that's what he gotta do Ain't nothing sweet son, yo you know I'm here for you [Cash] No doubt, come check me on the day of knowledge born Cause this phone shit ain't real, yeah that tap shit be on Plus the God want to see you so pull his name too Cause he soon come home son, you know how he do [DCQ] Yeah the God get down so I see you on the V-I I'm a do my best to get this broad to bring you some lye Peace to the Gods, read your math, hold your head and as far as that kid goes, remember what I said- Peace [Chorus] [Keep rising...] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SMITH, DANTE/UNKNOWN WRITER/UNKNOWN CO-WRITER/UNKNOWN Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Mos Def]
Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, lawd have mercy All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHAAAAAAAoohhhh See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion that most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin and talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin?" Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA, get carted away with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli One two three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wyahhhhh I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, wyahhhhh [Mos Def] I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!) So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin It ain't about production and -- what else we discussin? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed COLOSSAL, true original b-boy apostle Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo [Talib Kweli] You think you the shit somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click or some random kid you smoked buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano [Mos Def] Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us in the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the +cheaters+ A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up Chorus |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
[Mos Def]
Lawd, lawd have mercy All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenements Cause all my Brooklyn residents, heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHOA See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty What a pity - blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin and talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, Who'd have thought they was frontin?" Talkin Loud like you in RCA, get carted away with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like [Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli] One two three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, yeah I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, yeah [Mos Def] I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!) So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin It ain't about production and - what else we discussin? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed COLOSSAL, true original B-boy apostle Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo [Talib Kweli] You think you the shit Somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history Of spittin the epitome, of stupidity - livin my life Expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano [Mos Def] Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty millilitres for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just Make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By TONY COTTRELL, TALIB KWELI GREENE, DANTE SMITH Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] Back up, back up, back up, back up Back up back up back up back up EASE off This goes out to all area crew (yes yes) To my BK crew (ooh-OOOOOOOH-WHEEE) to my QB crew My LI crew, my Shaolin crew My Dirty South crew (What cha'll niggaz about the Dirty South?) Atlanta, North Cakalak' For all my fam, all area crew (AOWWWWWWWWW) Yeah mon!! Yes, the first cut should be the deepest to penetrate beyond the muscle wall's inner regions First you was icin me, connect with the starin at the speakers Heard the rhyme, head high, what ya starin at ya sneakers You shy now, got a lot of things on your mind now You don't feel fly now, you huntin the exit sign down Fuck what you heard, cause I snatch the grapevine down (yea yeah) Don't understand how I ran the line down, rewind now [Busta Rhymes] YO!! We be the most magnetic, so athletic Leave your peeps on the side so they can watch you and your mans get it Take the arch rivalry stance up on the podium And give the flavor to niggaz but keep it low on sodium Posess shit that got you wonderin how we holdin em Things that'll lay you out like a piece of linoleum Bring who-ever you want, we bout to bug son and bounce down to Henry Hudson, after I bust one! [BR] Yo Mos Def! [MD] Alright okay [BR] How you feel? [MD] Feelin great [BR] Whatcha want? [MD] I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you? [BR] You know my steez [MD] True indeed [BR] Say it loud [MD] Black and proud Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! Bus-a-Bus [BR] What-a-gwan? [MD] How you feel? [BR] Feelin GREAT! [MD] Whatchu want? [BR] I wanna do it to death, whattup wit you? [MD] You know my steez [BR] True indeed [MD] Say it loud [BR] Black and proud [MD] Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! [Mos Def] Hay dios mio, me and Bustarimo ?? The hottest negroes en Los Estados Unidos Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal I'm black like Don Cheadle shoutin power to the people My rhymes dipping like the lifeline on the e-boat The raw sugar cane, NutraSweet, never Equal If you in a Benzito or your mother's Buick Regal I get up like Chino shoutin power to the people!! [Busta Rhymes] Yo, me and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post Live nigga shit be straight FUCKIN UP THE WHITE FOLKS That's why they with it now, because niggaz like me and you we did it now, brought it to that level so they GET IT NOW We graduated saturated the game now Infatuated with the fame now let me explain how we doin this, at any time or any place ready willin and able let's get the dough secure the FOOD ON THE TABLE [BR] Ay Mos Def [MD] Oh my God.. [BR] How you feel? [MD] I'm feelin great [BR] Whatcha want? [MD] Wanna do it to death, whassup wit you? [BR] You know my steez [MD] True indeed [BR] Say it loud [MD] Black and proud Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! Bus-a-Bus [BR] Rhymes Galore! [MD] What the deal? [BR] Feelin GREAT! [MD] Whatchu want? [BR] Wanna do it to death, WHATTUP wit you?! [MD] You know my steez [BR] True indeed [MD] Say it loud [BR] Black and proud [MD] Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! [Mos Def] From East West North and South I got joints for all of those Heavy aquatic water flows keep them on they toes Tell them thugs that wanna be CEO's to be derobed 'Fore I wear your little dumb ass out like Easter clothes! [Busta Rhymes] Yo, yo-yo yo-yo It's like a freak show, soon as my heat blow Sometime I speak slow so people understand my street flow And while we keep it hot, we got the most shine up in this WHOLE SHIT, me and Mos spit and blow the show quick [Mos Def] WATCH OWT! Your pussy sound get bucked Souf Mos 'n Bussa Rhymes too bad man-a-shutout WATCH OWT! Give a damn whut fancy car ya hop owt Shut down your game like da NBA lockout [Busta Rhymes] Ya betta WATCH OWT! I'm bout to black on niggaz like I'm blowin on a sax, blowin my gats on niggaz Blowin my raps on niggaz - now let me mash out We fatter than the biggest ass chicks pokin they ass out! [BR] Hey Mos Def [MD] Magnetism [BR] How you feel? [MD] Feelin great! [BR] Whatcha want? [MD] I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you? [BR] You know my steez [MD] True indeed [BR] Say it loud [MD] Black and proud Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! Bus-a-Bus [BR] Woo-HAH! [MD] How you feel?! [BR] Feelin GREAT! [MD] Whatchu want? [BR] I wanna do it to death, WHATTUP wit you?! [MD] You know my steez! [BR] True indeed [MD] Say it LOUD! [BR] Black and proud! [MD] Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now! [Mos Def] What what, we got to do it, do it We got to do it, do it, make me do it, do it What.. wha-what-what, we got to do it, do it Make me do it, do it Do it do it do it now! What what, we got to do it, do it Do we do it, do it, do it, ah do it now! What what, we got to do it, do it Got to do it, do it Do it now! AOWWWWWWWWWWWW! |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
[Intro:]
So there's a story about the lady in Louisiana She's a flood survivor and the rescue teams They come through, and they, I guess tryna recover people And they see this women she's wadin through the streets I guess it'd been some time after the storm And I guess they were shocked that you know she was alive And rescue worker said, "So, oh my God h-how did you survive How did you do it? Where've you been?" And she said, "Where I been? Where you been?" Hah, Where you been? You understand? That's about the size of it. [Mos Def:] This for the streets, the streets everywhere The streets affected by the storm called... America I'm doin this for y'all, and for me, for the Creator. God save these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina clap See that Katrina clap. Listen, homey, it's Dollar Day in New Orleans It's water water everywhere and people dead in the streets And Mr. President he bout that cash He got a policy for handlin the niggas and trash And if you poor you black I laugh a laugh they won't give when you ask You better off on crack Dead or in jail, or with a gun in Iraq And it's as simple as that No opinion my man it's mathematical fact Listen, a million poor since 2004 And they got ...illions and killions to waste on the war And make you question what the taxes is for Or the cost to reinforce, the broke levee wall Tell the boss, he shouldn't be the boss anymore Y'all pray amin God save, these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina clap See that Katrina clap God save, these streets Quit bein' cheap nigga freedom ain't free Feel that Katrina clap See that Katrina clap Lord have mercy Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul, a God A God save our souls Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul soul soul Soul survivor It's Dollar Day in New Orleans It's water water everywhere and babies dead in the streets It's enough to make you holler out Like where the fuck is Sir Bono and his famous friends now Don't get it twisted man I dig U2 But if you ain't about the ghetto then fuck you too Who care bout rock 'n roll when babies can't eat food Listen homie man that shit ain't cool It's like Dollar Day for New Orleans It's water water everywhere and homies dead in the streets And Mr. President's a natural ass He out treatin niggaz worse than they treat the trash God save, these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap God save, these streets Quit bein cheap nigga freedom ain't free! Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap Soul survivor God God God save our soul A God save our soul A God, a God save our soul Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul a God a God save Lord did not intend for the wicked to rule the world Say God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world And even when they knew it's a matter of truth Before they wick-ed ruling is through God save, these streets A Dollar Day for New Orleans God save, these streets Quit bein cheap homie freedom ain't free God save these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap God save these streets Quit bein cheap nigga freedom ain't free! Feel that Katrina Clap! Ha Ghetto Katrina Clap! Ha Soul survivor Lord God God save our soul A God save God save our soul Feel that Katrina Clap Let's make them dollars stack And rebuild these streets God save these streets God save these streets God save the soul! Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap Soul survivor Don't talk about it, be about it Peace. |
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from Medina Green - U Know the Flex - The Mix Tape Vol 01 (2005)
Yes sir, yes sir
You know the run-ins Excellence always Brooklyn embassy (Exclusive) Black star shining You are now rockin' with the best Brooklyn's own Brooklyn's only M-O-S definite Big shot out to cash money Shya Medina Green Listen, 3 words for the con... No you aren't Smoke, smoke but your no cigar Soon as Mos hit the open market The ghetto know the coppa get on my back like an open warrant Brooklyn sick so retarded Hop on the phone and you told your partner, Hop off of him and told yo mama Got no type of hope it's problems happen a folk It's harder get out your rhyme book and smoke some skama Ever far you go, I'm going harder Understand, I rock today like it's no tomorrow Last year my catalog was so impressive that This year my rookie card's a great investment Am I hot, nigga? Change the question, are you hotter than me? See we could take out the product and see Y'all don't want no drama with me without a part in a film, a director and a call from the guild Y'all don't want no problems for real, so why you spittin a beat? Y'all youngin', don't y'all need to be sleep? Secretly I'm that nigga that you dreamin to be It ain't as easy as that? There's only one Mos Leave it at that Whatever shine you had, I'm leaving with that I give a fat babies ass where your peoples is at Or where your heaters is at You fuck around and catch a leak in your back Get a hotdog you need to relax Don't get beaten up cause of rap And don't get mad at me cause your wack Shit, genetic is the reason for that You ain't seeing me, I'm seeing to that I'm from the brightest, hottest star to ever be on the map And that's the B-R-O Y'all don't want no trouble rest Mighty mother fucker Mos Def Like that Now get with it niggas |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature I can't remember being this bored Fake bonanza, there come real wars Bullets burn through the candy on the driver side door Long investigations and no firm lead, billion dollar flow And black life is still cheap Your rent skyrockets and y'all prospects plummet Ten murders, ten days, this summer Talk about today's mathematics, a eighth, an O, a key And the caliber on your rack, shit The inmate number, the centerfolds for measurement Is close as a coed cell come to some tendon-is I heard them say it was all about the Benjamins I don't believe it now, didn't believe it then, fuck wutcha heard You believe wutcha want, the truth is what it is, it be what it been Get rich, shorty just tryna live Don't believe in heaven and ain't tryna get in And hell is everyday, fuck the world anyway Potion and sips, spark up a clip, FADE AWAY! <i>[Hook]</i> The low lights, tree top heights Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights Landmines be disguised as welcome signs I'll repeat it so you ain't got to press rewind The landmines be disguised as welcome signs Black fresh from Iraq, a wild look in his eyes, missing part of his arm What the fuck is your problem!? Ohh lord! Fake Bonanza! <i>[Verse 2]</i> Gladiator, circus world Glamour, pussy, pimp, ho good to serve this world Paranoid, if she trick a nigga nervous world Shade-tonic natural order in reversal world The ipod, no God, zero circle world The blow-a turtle world, smoke from the purple world The killer murder world, hamburger murder world Open twenty-four hours, all about them dollars Pretty poison, devoid choices Cold coffee and more coffers, fake bonanza <i>[2x]</i> Huh? What? I don't understand ya! What they talking bout save they soul, ohh lord, save they soul! Help them reach the goal, peace! <i>[4x]</i> You know, peace <i>[3x]</i>, boogieman! Don't be scared Ohh lord, save they soul <i>[2x]</i> Ohh lord, save my soul <i>[2x]</i> Please Boogieman <i>[Outro]</i> Woke up this morning with my, my state don't fade and said I Had the baddest feeling, maybe you stayed on my mind, said I <i>[2x]</i> Woke up this morning in my, my state, I'm dreaming, dreaming Ain't nothing even.....dreaming, praying, keeping Woke up this morning and my mind stayed on freedom Woke up this demon that keep staying on my mind Said, woke up this morning and my mind stayed on freedom It makes no difference what people say, AHHHHHHHHH |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature I can't remember being this bored Fake bonanza, there come real wars Bullets burn through the candy on the driver side door Long investigations and no firm lead, billion dollar flow And black life is still cheap Your rent skyrockets and y'all prospects plummet Ten murders, ten days, this summer Talk about today's mathematics, a eighth, an O, a key And the caliber on your rack, shit The inmate number, the centerfolds for measurement Is close as a coed cell come to some tendon-is I heard them say it was all about the Benjamins I don't believe it now, didn't believe it then, fuck wutcha heard You believe wutcha want, the truth is what it is, it be what it been Get rich, shorty just tryna live Don't believe in heaven and ain't tryna get in And hell is everyday, fuck the world anyway Potion and sips, spark up a clip, FADE AWAY! <i>[Hook]</i> The low lights, tree top heights Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights Landmines be disguised as welcome signs I'll repeat it so you ain't got to press rewind The landmines be disguised as welcome signs Black fresh from Iraq, a wild look in his eyes, missing part of his arm What the fuck is your problem!? Ohh lord! Fake Bonanza! <i>[Verse 2]</i> Gladiator, circus world Glamour, pussy, pimp, ho good to serve this world Paranoid, if she trick a nigga nervous world Shade-tonic natural order in reversal world The ipod, no God, zero circle world The blow-a turtle world, smoke from the purple world The killer murder world, hamburger murder world Open twenty-four hours, all about them dollars Pretty poison, devoid choices Cold coffee and more coffers, fake bonanza <i>[2x]</i> Huh? What? I don't understand ya! What they talking bout save they soul, ohh lord, save they soul! Help them reach the goal, peace! <i>[4x]</i> You know, peace <i>[3x]</i>, boogieman! Don't be scared Ohh lord, save they soul <i>[2x]</i> Ohh lord, save my soul <i>[2x]</i> Please Boogieman <i>[Outro]</i> Woke up this morning with my, my state don't fade and said I Had the baddest feeling, maybe you stayed on my mind, said I <i>[2x]</i> Woke up this morning in my, my state, I'm dreaming, dreaming Ain't nothing even.....dreaming, praying, keeping Woke up this morning and my mind stayed on freedom Woke up this demon that keep staying on my mind Said, woke up this morning and my mind stayed on freedom It makes no difference what people say, AHHHHHHHHH |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem * If you can hear me ladies and gentlemen then I'm very happy that you came here.. Ooh-ooooooooooohhhh, ooh-ooooooooooooooohh-WHEEEEE!!! That was for Brooklyn.. Ha ha, we get it everytime You got me on? Ohh Shout out to all of my crew, East-West, North-South All the continent, Europe, all abroad international Bring it in, bring it in, bring it in, bring it in It's a lot of things goin on y'all 21st century is comin 20th century almost done A lot of things have changed A lot of things have not, mainly us We gon' get it together right? I believe that Listen.. people be askin me all the time, "Yo Mos, what's gettin ready to happen with Hip-Hop?" (Where do you think Hip-Hop is goin?) I tell em, "You know what's gonna happen with Hip-Hop? Whatever's happening with us" If we smoked out, Hip-Hop is gonna be smoked out If we doin alright, Hip-Hop is gonna be doin alright People talk about Hip-Hop like it's some giant livin in the hillside comin down to visit the townspeople We +are+ Hip-Hop Me, you, everybody, we are Hip-Hop So Hip-Hop is goin where we goin So the next time you ask yourself where Hip-Hop is goin ask yourself.. where am I goin? How am I doin? Til you get a clear idea So.. if Hip-Hop is about the people and the.. Hip-Hop won't get better until the people get better then how do people get better? (Hmmmm...) Well, from my understanding people get better when they start to understand that, they are valuable And they not valuable because they got a whole lot of money or cause somebody, think they sexy but they valuable caause they been created by God And God, makes you valuable And whether or not you, recognize that value is one thing You got a lot of socities and governments tryin to be God, wishin that they were God They wanna create satellites and cameras everywhere and make you think they got the all-seein eye Eh.. I guess The Last Poets wasn't, too far off when they said that certain people got a God Complex I believe it's true I don't get phased out by none of that, none of that helicopters, the TV screens, the newscasters, the.. satellite dishes.. they just, wishin They can't really never do that When they tell me to fear they law When they tell me to try to have some fear in my heart behind the things that they do This is what I think in my mind And this is what I say to them And this is what I'm sayin, to you check it All over the world hearts pound with the rhythm Fear not of men because men must die Mind over matter and soul before flesh Angels for the pain keep a record in time which is passin and runnin like a caravan freighter The world is overrun with the wealthy and the wicked But God is sufficient in disposin of affairs Gunmen and stockholders try to merit my fear But God is sufficient over plans they prepared Mos Def in the flesh, where you at, right here on this place called Earth, holdin down my square Bout to do it for y'all, and y'all at the fair So just bounce, come on bounce B-b-bounce b-bounce b-bounce-bounce And just.. .. just step two three Just step two three and step two.. two three and.. One two three and four One two three and four Once again All over the world hearts pound with the rhythm Fear not of men because men must die Mind over matter and soul before flesh Angels for the pain keep a record in time which is passin and runnin like a caravan freighter The world is overrun with the wealthy and the wicked But God is sufficient in disposin of affairs Gunmen and stockholders try to merit your fear But God is sufficient over plans they prepared Mos Def in the flesh, where you at, right here on this place called Earth, holdin down my square Bout to represent in your whole atmosphere Bout to represent in your whole atmosphere to your atmosphere, to your atmosphere Oh-ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! That was for you - and Brooklyn too! |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets Before song done y'all goin' all understand it Like - Hot The haters can't fuck with it Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with it (and they niggaz) Sound man holla black COME WITH IT Sping the record 'till the record done spinning Up top is you getting up with it? Dirty dirty is you getting cronk with it? Smokey smoke from coast to coast Be carefull our first draw be that overdose Who stay holding it from Brooklyn? YOU KNOW IS MOS! Ha, Jackpot I (Sing yo) got to go for broke Is this the only way the Smith Family now to go Right here to my youngest one is older folks Im'ma put down like a dirty so and so Freak daddy came here to work the mojo - oh Because the - high is high and the low is low And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks Put your shit in the sky like I know you - oh (Brooklyn stand up!) Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so And after y'all get it go I let it go some more That Black Jack about something for sure) for sure (SAY WHAT!) For sure for sure (HA!) Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows Cause we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are - rock and motherfucking roll (WOOOO!) Ha, I am a fighter and a lover I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder I said I am, go ask my mother You don't believe that shit believe what you want to Alright, OK, So, Shut-up! Speak language come straight from the gutter Observe the terms that we trade with one and other Like - what's good, what's popping, what's cracking What it is, how you living, what's happening Work songs that the slaves sang back then The playground chants, with little girls claping Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G Son and the moon, earths, stars, and planets Before the song done y'all going all understand it Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G Son and the moon, earths stars and planets Before the song done y'all going all understand it SPACE! GIMME THE SPACE! BACK UP, GIMME THE SPACE!!! LET A NIGGA ROCK! GIMME THE SPACE! LET A NIGGA ROCK! LET A NIGGA ROCK, HA! This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock and - MOTHERFUCKING ROLLLLLLLLL! |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets Before song done y'all goin' all understand it Like - Hot The haters can't fuck with it Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with it (and they niggaz) Sound man holla black COME WITH IT Sping the record 'till the record done spinning Up top is you getting up with it? Dirty dirty is you getting cronk with it? Smokey smoke from coast to coast Be carefull our first draw be that overdose Who stay holding it from Brooklyn? YOU KNOW IS MOS! Ha, Jackpot I (Sing yo) got to go for broke Is this the only way the Smith Family now to go Right here to my youngest one is older folks Im'ma put down like a dirty so and so Freak daddy came here to work the mojo - oh Because the - high is high and the low is low And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks Put your shit in the sky like I know you - oh (Brooklyn stand up!) Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so And after y'all get it go I let it go some more That Black Jack about something for sure) for sure (SAY WHAT!) For sure for sure (HA!) Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows Cause we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are rock and roll Yes we are so ghetto Yes we are - rock and motherfucking roll (WOOOO!) Ha, I am a fighter and a lover I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder I said I am, go ask my mother You don't believe that shit believe what you want to Alright, OK, So, Shut-up! Speak language come straight from the gutter Observe the terms that we trade with one and other Like - what's good, what's popping, what's cracking What it is, how you living, what's happening Work songs that the slaves sang back then The playground chants, with little girls claping Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G Son and the moon, earths, stars, and planets Before the song done y'all going all understand it Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G Son and the moon, earths stars and planets Before the song done y'all going all understand it SPACE! GIMME THE SPACE! BACK UP, GIMME THE SPACE!!! LET A NIGGA ROCK! GIMME THE SPACE! LET A NIGGA ROCK! LET A NIGGA ROCK, HA! This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock This is the sound Ghettos rock and - MOTHERFUCKING ROLLLLLLLLL! |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
Some cats really like to, you know... Profile and front. And then the jooks go down, all at once they like... Don't get mad Don't get mad Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) You're out on the block hustling at the spot... GOT, this is how you get Got... At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot... GOT, this is how you get Got... Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks... GOT, this is how you get Got... Some girl from pink house said "I like you alot"... GOT, this is how you get Got... This one goes to all them Big Will cats With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac You goin' around town with your system bump And your windows cracked low to profile and front Now I like to have nice things just like you But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do Like, high postin' when you far from home Or like, high postin' when you all alone Now, this would seem to be clear common sense But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence Like "Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that" But acting invincible, just ain't sensible It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle 5 star general, flashin' on your revenue You takin' a ride on the Downstate medical, Like (whooooooo) Colorful sparks, yellow and blue A fool on attack and it's happening to you Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea But five of them and one of you, that equals Got to me... Don't get mad Don't get mad Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) Come on ya'll now, let's be real Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem They fiending to be seen, get hymned like Aberdeen Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin' They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon 'Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin' Like, come on now ock, what you expect? Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin' They clique starts creepin' like Sandinistin guerrillas You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat There is universal law, whether rich or poor Some say life's a game, to more, life is war So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips 'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less... Don't get mad Don't get mad Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x) |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
<i>[Minnesota]</i>
Hear Me, See Me Welcome to Soundview Projects Bronx New York, 10473 Intersection action ribs touching New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman Loose mamis fucking, they definite land mines Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid Fighting federal cases with legal aids The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger I smell feel touch and taste they hunger Next in line to rep these street signs to they blunder Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony These niggaz wanna be Pistol Pete -without the penalty His last words, promise me this much in death Don't my boy live to retrace my steps Minne- stay safe move quiet and get it If you encounter opposition get a inch from they face with It Later amigo, digest the day to end discreetly Sex money and boss My ties to hear me see me True villain Face covered, driving gloves Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove They say that grown men lay on they prey Took shorts in the street Came back and made up for that with that white sheet Revenge is best served cold Get it the same way you give it This ain't fear I just need to get away with it Son stop over here(?), you looking at me like I'm lame But I'm looking at y'all like y'all call this the drug game Grand child hosing sims Put the heroin in queens Put Pops Freeman on in the early seventies I sat in rooms with money machines Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor Cover the smell of the raw Chest moves like bars scale my connects untimely King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's 03 scene MVP and one Accord Boss makes decision paper wins awards <i>[Mos Def]</i> See Me, Hear Me Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206 Roosevelt Projects, wild rose water the plant Son you know what it is From the moment that you come over the bridge And if you don't ride with me I'm gonna show you some shit Ima show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix Ima show you where the pain and the poetry is Ghetto young'ns spend a lot of time alone in the crib BET on the screen, walls and posters of BIG Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6 Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist Hop in the game knowing the risk Still down to load up they clip Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip But when you hear head crack there ain't no rolling again Snatch the dice and everything you want is going it in This how it happens, good people, bad habits, diabetics, crack addicts Asthmatics Searching for the truth leaping through the holy tablet The bible, the Q uran, or the ten crack commandments Speak on it God, What's today's mathematics The five day forecast, the Dow Jones average The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers Life is a test and we all got the answer The streets keep calling its hard not answer And on my government-my attribute-my all So it's only natural I holla black and respond Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down (?) We do not fuck around That's what it is (All Day) That's what is Niggaz (Official, Official) That's how it is Niggaz BX, BK live all day Get with it Grown Man Business |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
<i>[Minnesota]</i>
Hear Me, See Me Welcome to Soundview Projects Bronx New York, 10473 Intersection action ribs touching New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman Loose mamis fucking, they definite land mines Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid Fighting federal cases with legal aids The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger I smell feel touch and taste they hunger Next in line to rep these street signs to they blunder Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony These niggaz wanna be Pistol Pete -without the penalty His last words, promise me this much in death Don't my boy live to retrace my steps Minne- stay safe move quiet and get it If you encounter opposition get a inch from they face with It Later amigo, digest the day to end discreetly Sex money and boss My ties to hear me see me True villain Face covered, driving gloves Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove They say that grown men lay on they prey Took shorts in the street Came back and made up for that with that white sheet Revenge is best served cold Get it the same way you give it This ain't fear I just need to get away with it Son stop over here(?), you looking at me like I'm lame But I'm looking at y'all like y'all call this the drug game Grand child hosing sims Put the heroin in queens Put Pops Freeman on in the early seventies I sat in rooms with money machines Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor Cover the smell of the raw Chest moves like bars scale my connects untimely King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's 03 scene MVP and one Accord Boss makes decision paper wins awards <i>[Mos Def]</i> See Me, Hear Me Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206 Roosevelt Projects, wild rose water the plant Son you know what it is From the moment that you come over the bridge And if you don't ride with me I'm gonna show you some shit Ima show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix Ima show you where the pain and the poetry is Ghetto young'ns spend a lot of time alone in the crib BET on the screen, walls and posters of BIG Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6 Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist Hop in the game knowing the risk Still down to load up they clip Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip But when you hear head crack there ain't no rolling again Snatch the dice and everything you want is going it in This how it happens, good people, bad habits, diabetics, crack addicts Asthmatics Searching for the truth leaping through the holy tablet The bible, the Q uran, or the ten crack commandments Speak on it God, What's today's mathematics The five day forecast, the Dow Jones average The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers Life is a test and we all got the answer The streets keep calling its hard not answer And on my government-my attribute-my all So it's only natural I holla black and respond Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down (?) We do not fuck around That's what it is (All Day) That's what is Niggaz (Official, Official) That's how it is Niggaz BX, BK live all day Get with it Grown Man Business |
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from Gilles Peterson - Worldwide 3 (2003)
(Come on) Uh-uh
(Ha-ha) Uh, well Baby Dove in the mix, what (What's up) Yeah, come on (Let me know what's goin' down, ma) I guess you didn't love me (Ha-ha) I just guess you didn't (Come on) Tell me, well, u mean to corner me that way Hope not Maybe it was mistake, stressed out And you need to take a break from this relationship But I, you said I was your everything, your dime Why can't you just make up your mind But I don't feel like wonderin' this time Are you gonna stay with me, boy Do you wanna give up Are you gonna let my love go Baby, think it over Someone else will have my heart So do you really want that If you do then I guess you didn't love me Love me at all Could you take seein' me with someone else Would you be mad at yourself Would you regret the decision you made And wanna come back to me So bad, too bad, it'll be too late Separation's somethin' you create Bein' without you is somethin' I would hate But when it's over it's over Do you wanna give up Are you gonna let my love go Baby, think it over Someone else will have my heart So do you really want that If you do then I guess you didn't love me Love me at all Do you wanna give up Are you gonna let my love go Baby, think it over Someone else will have my heart So do you really want that If you do then I guess you didn't love me Love me at all Come on, ma, what the deal, what time is it I got the engine runnin' you ready to ride wit' it You talkin' low voice crackin' the crisis And somethin' in your eyes in indecisive I'm scramblin' for clues tryin' to find where your mind is Conversation filled with uncomfortable silence I'm playin' good deed tryin' to tackle the problems Wonderin' how the hell you got into office Wow, what part of the game is this You wanna feel, makin' rules, what play is this I thought that we was whole team, but you're Sushi Uni And now you got the whole game lookin' different to me But get your focus, baby girl, and just listen to me I don't want it if you don't wanna give it to me Bein' the boss I am, I don't force my hand Yeah, I'm hurt, but you don't understand how sure I am Do you wanna give up Are you gonna let my love go Baby, think it over Someone else will have my heart So do you really want that If you do then I guess you didn't love me Love me at all Do you wanna give up Are you gonna let my love go Baby, think it over Someone else will have my heart So do you really want that If you do then I guess you didn't love me Love me at all |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
(Chorus) We all got to have, a place where we come from This place that we come from is called home We set out on our travels, we do the best we can We travel this big earth as we roam We all got to have, a place where we come from This place that we come from is called home And even though we may love, this place on the map Said it ain't where ya from, it's where ya at (verse one) I come up in the street around some real wild brothers With more than one name and more than one baby mother More than one chase, been on more than one run Got more than one enemy and more than one gun *Speaks foreign language* While these cats that's less privileged is just more raw Less space cause the projects laced with more flaws Less sleep cause the nights ain't peace, it's more war The can is raw like thirsty, rainy season thunder claps On the block with your old pop pleading number act To the spot with the red top fiends is huddled at To the crib where the little kids spend their summers trapped With the jungle cats, lions and tigers, leopards and cheetahs For gazelle you get chased like a zebra, they blaze cheeba- cheeba And dominate the weaker on the street Hungry bellies only love what they eat and it's hard to compete When they smile with your heart in they teeth And the odds is stacked high beyond and beneath Son i been plenty places in my life and time And regardless where home is, son home is mine (chorus) Some people live out in-New York City Some people live out in-Atlanta Some people got to live-Chicago Some people do live-Miami All my people at-California And other people got to live-London And everybody got to live in the whole big world Together just you and me (verse two) When i think of home, my remembrance of my beginning Laundromat helping ma dukes fold the bed linen Chillin in front my building with my brother and them Spending nights in Bushwick with my cousins and them Wise town and Beat Street, federal relief Slowly melting in the morning grits we used to eat Sticking to your teeth and teeth is hard to keep With every flavor Now & Later only a dime apiece Old timers on the bench playing cards and thangs Telling tales about they used to be involved in things Start to drinking, talking loud, cussing up and showing out On the phone, call the cops, pick'em up, move'em out And it's all too common to start wildin I'm a pirate on an island seeking treasure known as silence And it's hard to find Block parties in dark lobbies Funeral homes packed but only dark bodies I can't sleep hardly, stirred up like Bob Marley Marley Marl played the symphony, remember we recall Son i been to many places in my space and time and whatever my home is, son home is mine. (chorus) |
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from Creators - The Weight (2003)
(feat. Black Star (Mos Def and Talib Kweli))
[Mos Def talking] See, now y'all cats think I'm playing haha (???) can't see yo, see yo, see you too It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you haha See good, you know? If you can shop, you know [Mos Def] (???) Hotter than the summer at Kajasa Where Francis Coppola and Dennis Hopper burned down the Don Store Opera Hijack ya sponsor Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magical Mr. Tim's other hand slappin you Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats Place where ain't no crackers at Place where all the crackas at, outer city limits Hotter than the Red Light District Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business Stakes is high like astrophysics Play with mine, you'll have no winnings Let these mother scratchers know from go ginnin They better move slow like old women We want the whole cake, whole milk and no skimmin Hand crafted flows wove in silk or linen Word is war/wore like denim, we textile blendin Topper say top spinnin Transcribe the document, prominent on all continents Black Star congregates and dominates Burn through your armor plates Pipin hot and we not from concentrate Make the mass mob the market place Cuz we rock the black market tapes Hard margin (hard margin) [Mos Def talking] Haha haha, these cats is funny man Think it a big joke? They make a lotta presumptions based on some nonsense Yeah mon, ya don't know me Ya don't know me, think you know me, ya don't know me Ya vision not sharp Ya vision can't see the light proper, ya see? [Talib Kweli] Movin the crowd like cattle from here to Picadilly Circus Try to battle us, it's clearly silly and worthless You really can't hurt us and it's ridiculous to try So stick us with us unless you wanna die and not know why Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by Feel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your sky Thinkin you fly, signin contracts with the devil, bust guys iller We flatten your town like Godzilla Whether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks, five pence or ten cents Whatever the currency we currently intense like great sex You make bets before you gamble your life away On mics I break up vets like fights Crumble up rookies like cookies Lest y'all can deal with them bookies Aww sooky sooky, now looky looky here Yo you softer than pink cashmere Just catchin up with rhymes that I fuckin dropped last year I flow clear like Evian, tap on that ass like Savion My style's way beyond the average rhyme savage The shit that they be on, it ain't doin no damage If lyrical skills is food then them niggaz is famished They can't manage so their shit is poorly represented Necessity's the mother of everything that's embedded I came up with the style to see right through your smile My rhyme is true and leave you kinda blue like Miles Pick my gun up and run up on you just like the river Nile Bringin life to the mic like midwives deliver child Now the stakes is high so I'ma take you there That beef will get you all bloody cuz your steaks is rare The hard margin Why you startin? Your life get finished Corny cats, no experience, green like spinach Lookin diminished and malnourished Me and Mos flourish The illest shit ever dropped by American tourists Hard margin [Mos Def] What if I drop the hard bargain? We the reason why Cipher start sparkin Curse on your whole dance squadron Black Star shine and never darken (???) enlarging, hard margin, hard margin So what if I rise and start sparkin? From never foolin lofty ass gardens Rock your whole head, code red like margarine Black Star shine, we never darken *echo* Hard margin [Mos Def says more ad libs] |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Kweli] People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit. Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really... To me, It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky These niggas suck like kitty, and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out! Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots My point is, your flow can stop! By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep And keep it blacker than the back of your neck What you expect, that shit's hollerin Cause we developin the followin gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans? I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first Before your rise gets worse You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me Stop it hurts, what you say to me? Like thats supposed to mean something You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub Come on everybody, come on and show your love *repeat 4X* Chorus: *chanted in background* Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X* [Mos] Visions occupy my semantic's space Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it I follow suit, and face it, embrace it Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent Spirit is still so just chill and be patient Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with Clowns about, screamin but don't say shit I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested I'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass? Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness I'm all luminary, despite commentary Some people say, Mos how you get so? My sign will make you jump around like calypso And murmur to yourself like a schizo There ain't no bottom on the ??? Chorus [Talib Kweli] Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here we go... We got all markets on lock From meat to stock Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be I grab my pay, jump on-stage and deface emcees We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on! Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track Passin the mic's like quarterbacks of course its phat, get off of that! Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin that We just passed the star status that your grabbin at My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna Be But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother? Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, Claerance Carter, Claerance Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin) Aiyyo, as we rock harder And always drop the bonified head nodders Aiyyo, later for the hater-players Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players Chorus Blackstar keeps shining Chorus Blackstar keeps shining |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
You say one for the trebble, two for the time Come on y'all let's rock this! You say one for the trebble, two for the time Come on! Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape Now let it fall... (Hungh!!) My restlessness is my nemesis It's hard to really chill and sit still Committed to page, I write rhymes Sometimes won't finish for days Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature I mathematically add-minister Subtract the wack Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that (Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black, You know the motto Stay fluid even in staccato (Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow There's the hum, young man where you from Brooklyn number one Native son, speaking in the native tongue I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is) While you still try to follow where it is I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies Violently, silently Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips Used to speak the king's English But caught a rash on my lips So now my chat just like dis Long range from the base-line (switch) Move like an apparition Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW) Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape Putting food on your plate Many crews can relate Who choosing your fate (yo) We went from picking cotton To chain gang line chopping To Be-Bopping To Hip-Hopping Blues people got the blue chip stock option Invisible man, got the whole world watching (where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west, All over your map I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop Where you can either get paid or get shot When your product in stock The fair-weather friends flock When your chart position drop Then the phone calls.... Chill for a minute Let's see whoelse tops Snatch your shelf spot Don't gas yourself ock The industry just a better built cell block A long way from the shell tops And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...) *scratching* Hip Hop is prosecution evidence The out of court settlement Ad space for liquor Sick without benefits (hungh!) Luxury tenements choking the skyline It's low life getting tree-top high Here there's a back water remedy Bitter and tender memory A class E felony Facing the death penalty (hungh!) Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive Violently competitive, a school unacredited The break beats you get broken with on time and inappropriate Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it Medicine for loneliness Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy Propers to B-Boys getting busy The war-time snap shot The working man's jack-pot A two dollar snack box Sold beneath the crack spot Olympic spnosor of the black glock Gold medalist in the back shot From the sovereign state of the have-nots Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo) It's all city like phase two Hip Hop will simply amaze you Craze you, pay you Do whatever you say do But black, it can't save you |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
[Mos Def]
Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that they born in" Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon Some in winter, some in June It's all cool, it's the natural The science is a jewel For me and mines, yours and you Let's move, tell you a little about mine, yo I was born in a season where the world was quiet and cold Celebrations were going on Some were happy, some were sad Some felt bad from being good Some felt good from being bad, feelings pass and change but they never leave, they here to stay Holiday, holiday, happy birthday Teenage love, the first cut run deep Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn streets Year of the Ox, seven and three M.D., the history (come on) Every soul got one indeed (yes) It's where you been and where you be And without understanding you cannot proceed Complete, the start then an end Then it just go round again... again [Talib Kweli and Mos Def] Again and again, brand new Again and again, so fresh Again and again, newness [Talib Kweli] I was born in the decade of decadence where they worship what they have Ford was president, do the math The war was ended when the North Vietnamese stormed the city of Saigon We was like "Bye", we was gone, let bygones be bygones I'm goin' spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Where the hug you with the firearm side arm Like new school clothes, Black Star official Smash when we do a show, it's facts, no mystery I'm down with the crew like Mussolini in Italy I rock with The Roots like the Given Tree Powerful, bigotry I work, me and my people got history These rappers dumb it down considerably We "Get it Poppin'" like a hit chorus The flow is historic, they can't get rid of us Ubiquitous and we lay the law like Leviticus Ten years ago we made history so they missing us [Mos Def] And don't call it come back in particular Even if it blend into ephemeral I fade into peripheral, Transition of the minister's original we're broadcast clear Without diminishing, Black Star, so tight Burning soul temperatures and ministers Alkalines aminos and minerals, essentials Served over Dilla time signatures It's miracle material, remember it's right now foreverness |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Talib Kweli)
Wooaahh! yeah On top of the world Yeah, that's how my seeds got me feeling' right now On top of the world Yeah, you ever felt like you could do anything (Yeah) On top of the world Amani Fela, Diane Ashe, I'ma hold y'all down for real (Gotcha!) (Talib Kweli) It was 1996, 4th of July, looking off in the sky dealing with thoughts inside, when something caught my eye It was a silhoutte of a beautiful woman, bright with life carrying my first seed, looking like she gone bear fruit tonight We at the African street festival, and she walking around talking about the midwife said, that bring the baby down I'm about to be a father, the sights and sounds, seem brighter around me and for starters, I know I'ma work harder, word We got home at three in the morning, I was beat them contractions started coming as soon as I fell asleep 3:05, like every five minutes, then the water broke we on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause he's sort of slow You know them hospitals all trying to get paid, no questions hear come the doctor's with they drugs, trying to do c-sections But my baby stay's strong, in labor for yay long eight-pound baby boy, to carry my name on, joy! (Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, yeah I know how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) See my brother, I know how you feel, Kweli, I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) So when you, have a seed, come in the world, say dog that shit's real (That's the sound of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you feel My baby girl (Talib Kweli) June 10th, 1999, I been on the grind since the birth of my son, it's been about, way more then rhymes Baby on the way, my lady glowing today, at least that's what the midwife said, on the phone Anyway, the music got me going away Like everyday, but it's a blessing, so I gotta have patience and she got pregnant on a Jamaican vacation So it's all good, this time well have the baby in a house I went the hospital route, I know what they all about (Never again) So I'm out on tour, in Baltimore get the call around four, when the water hit the floor (Damn!) I gotta rock my show, but I gotta go got second thoughts about her not going, to the hospital I left the show early, Mos held me down, good looking (No doubt) call the car service, like, take me straight to Brooklyn (Uh huh) Got the news in the car, stayed sorta calm but I cried tears of joy, when they put my daughter in my arms, how precious! (Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, huh Said I know how you feel, uh, said I know how you feel when you (My precious joy) Said I know how you feel, uh, Kwe I know how you feel (I know you do, huh, my precious joy y'all) Huh, uh, said I know how you feel (yeah), said I know how you feel (My precious joy) Huh, man I know how you feel (yeah), said I know how you feel (Talib Kweli) I do it for the seeds y'all, in they formative years when they need y'all we gotta believe, in what we conceive y'all, it's deep y'all I give them the truth, so they approach the situation, with ammunition I keep nothing away, they hear everything, cause they know how to listen Teach them the game, so they know they position, so they can grow and make decisions, that change the world, and break old tradition They put kids in jail, for a life they ain't even get to start that's murder too, and it's breaking my heart, it's breaking our nation apart We gave the youth all the anger, it's just we ain't taught them, how to express it, and so it's dangerous You can't talk to them Unless your language is relating to what they going through so busy ignoring them, you can't see what they showing you And you wonder, why we called baby-daddy's and baby-momma's when we grow up, we can't act like adult mothers and fathers, yo I'm so blessed to have a boy and a girl, everyday they bring joy to my world (Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, yeah I know how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) Brother Kwe', I know how you feel, Brother Kwe', I know how you feel (Baby girl, my precious joy) Kweli, I know how you feel, say bro' I know how you feel (Fela, be my joy, yo) Huh, if you know how the people feel, let me really know how you... yo I do it for the seeds y'all (Repeat 5x) |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Talib Kweli] So many emcees focusin on black people extermination We keep it balanced with that knowledge of self, determination It's hot, we be blowin the spots, with conversations C'mon let's smooth it out like Soul Sensation We in the house like Japanese in Japan, or Koreans in Korea Head to Philly and free Mumia with the Kujichagulia TRUE Singin is swingin and writin is fightin, but what they writin got us clashin like titans it's not excitin No question, bein a black man is demandin The fire's in my eyes and the flames need fannin (3X) With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination *repeat 4X* [singer] Things I say and do, may not come quite through My words may not convey just what I'm feelin [Talib Kweli] Yes yes come on, yes yes Knowledge Of Self is like life after death With that you never worry about your last breath Death comes, that's how I'm livin, it's the next days The flesh goes underground, the book of life, flip the page Yo they askin me how old, we livin the same age I feel the rage of a million niggaz locked inside a cage At exactly which point do you start to realize That life without knowledge is, death in disguise? That's why, Knowledge Of Self is like life after death Apply it, to your life, let destiny manifest Different day, same confusion, we're gonna take this hip-hop shit and keep it movin, shed a little light Now y'all bloomin like a flower with the power of the evident Voices and drums original instruments In the flesh presently presentin my representation With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination *repeat 6X* these two parts overlap Things I say and do, may not come quite through My words may not convey just what I'm feelin *repeat 2X* [Talib Kweli] The most important time in history is, NOW, the present So count your blessings cause time can't define the essence But you stressin over time and you follow the Roman calendar These people enter Cona like Gattaca, you can bet they tryin to lock you down like Attica, the African diaspora represents strength in numbers, a giant can't slumber forever I know you gotta get that cheddar whatever Aiyyo I heard you twice the first time money, get it together You must be History, you repeatin yourself out of the pages You keepin yourself depleatin your spiritual wealth That quick cash'll get your ass quick fast in houses of detention Inner-city concentration camps where no one pays attention or mentions the ascension of death, til nothing's left The young, gifted and Black are sprung addicted to crack All my people where y'all at cause, y'all ain't here And your hero's using your mind as a canvas to paint fear With, broad brush strokes and tales of incarceration You get out of jail with that Knowledge of Self determination Stand in ovation, cause you put the Hue in Human Cause and effect, effect everything you do and that's why I got love in the face of hate Hands steady so the lines in the mental illustration is straight The thought you had don't even contemplate Infinite like figure eight there's no escape.. From that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination *repeat 4X* Things I say and do, may not come quite through My words may not convey just what I'm feelin *repeat 2X* .. Things I say and do, may not come quite through My words may not convey just what I'm feelin *repeat 2X* What I'm feelin, what I'm feelin, ooooh, what I'm feelin... |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] Hey, hey, heyyy man I Strike the Empire Back.. I Strike the Empire Back.. Fuck the Empire!! High flyin like the Millenium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo I never roll for dolo, frontin on me's a no-no Understand? Doin this for my family Ha ha, check it out y'all Yo I'm tryin to make a dollar out of what makes sense Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man You never know when your fate gon' switch hand Get today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand I was a young boy -- who dreamt about being a big man on small looseleaf sheets I sketched a big plan Gotta handle business properly, boost up my economy Store it up and get my mom some waterfront property Yesterday was not for me but nowaday it's time for me The streets is watchin me, I watch back, that's the policy Movin along my oddesey like blood through the artery Navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless Let those who make the exodus seekin the North beacon from beatin and hog-eatin, from punishment all season from hands cracked and bleedin -- cotton thorns in your palms It's for y'all that I sketch these songs, and it goes.. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow I fear no man, because faith is the aarow My vocal chord travel worldwide to block narrow We can blow with the ammo or go mano-a-mano Kweli is you wit me? (Whattup whattup?) Let's make it happen I *BURN* through your argument with action My eyes stay fastened to tomorrow lookin for a brighter day When y'all wanna leave y'all? Right away Shout it out from East-West (from South to Northern) From Cakalak' (to California) From the coldest (to the warmest) To the borders ('cross the waters) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." We got love in the place Shout out to all the Queens (all the Seeds) To all the teams (that's gettin cream) From outlaw (to emcee's) Make it happen (do your thing) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen [Talib Kweli] Guess who? The illest MC in the atmosphere, yeah the Soul Controller who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna Never disrespect no women cause I love my momma These cats be givin us praise but it ain't that accurate I give it up to God, all that, love and attachment, get scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy like how these niggaz is lookin like some fairies and singin like canaries to the beast and anybody who will listen to em clearly Y'all don't hear me though, even when I'm comin through in stereo You make a mockery of what I represent properly Yo why you startin me? I take that shit straight to the artery Intellectual property I got the title and the deed I pay for rent, with the tears and sweat, and what I bleed MC's imitate the way we walk, the way we talk You cats spit lyrical pork with no spiritual thought Plus your flow a little bit off, you come across soft Back in the days, niggaz like that on stage got tossed off Need to get crossed off the guestlist It's like you gotta be disrespected and thrown out the exit to get the message Sometimes your sunshine get snatched like a necklace when you get too drunk on power and your drive get reckless Check it, MC's in my face after I slug you then I hug you If I gotta dead you know it's only cause I love you [Mos Def] Shout it out from East-West (from South to Northern) From the richest (to the poorest) To the elders (in the coffins) Livin native (dyin for it) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." Yea, yea, we got love in the place Shout out from up top (to the middle) To black bottom (SKY HIGH) Whether you colder than December or hotter, than July It don't stop 'til we complete this (".. and know that I love you..") keep this fly It's so much to life when you just stay black (10X) My people, my people, my people people p-people (8X) My PE-ople, oh-oh-OH-oh-OHH, oh-OHH... |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Bright moments...
Bright moments always come back Vivid. The 5th great was epic citywide test pressure The pre-crack era! Mr. Schollmen, what a prick, attitude matches wardrobe, uglier then sin. This is bed stuy 82'.. 9th floor 3 tiny rooms one view. Buck-town, Roosevelt house they green grass is green our green grass is brown. Shots rang my phone wasn't touchtone a heavy beef in the street ET had to flee grey heavens! good grief! hungry bellies! bright gold on they teeth! The windows on the Ave look like sad eyes they fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass by and if you dare to stand, you can see em cry you can watch em scowl feel them prowl wall and study every inch about you fast math measuring what you amount to The laughter, the screams! the numeral, the song of Psalms the book of dreams! ends don't meet where the arms can't reach mean streets even when its free it ain't cheap. on going saga, terminal diagnosis, basic survival requires super heroics. No space in the budget for a cake it's when you gotta fly by night to save the day crash-landings routinely happen some survive, others never rise from the ashes. watching asphalt and observing the Sabbath. creates an ecstatic and there you have it from teenage love praying in tongue strange fruit, batty boots and native drums from hence I come so here we go signs and wonders all along the road some lies open some lies close some stretchers role with no lies at all. some riders don't know what they riding for hands on the wheel and their mind is gone wherever you ride, whatever your name, this road called life is a beautiful thing And we are alive in amazing times delicate hearts, diabolical minds revelations, hatred, love and war. and more and more and more and more and more of less than ever before it's just too much more for your mind to absorb It's scary like hell, but there's no doubt we can't be alive in no time but... NOW!!! |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Boogie man, boogie man, boogie man BOOGIE MAN! (Hello children!) My whole life is real My life A-ha, Brooklyn you know My life it's a real thang Listen My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is real My own life is ILL!! filled with magic's strife to scale Sun bright, no time to chill, got all type of bills I got seeds I gotta feed with this They be needin shit, I got ex-wife beef and shit That's how deep it get My whole life is real, my whole life is ill A fantastic, a beautiful mess And life nigga in America: the usual stress I do it to the up, low, the east and the west, I Do it to most, I do it to death I do so it good they don't know what to do with theyselves Well do this: MOVE! Back, forward, mo' Life is real, let's move on My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is ILL Filled with magic's strife to scale Sun bright, no time to chill Got all type of bills I got seeds I gotta feed with this I got streets I gotta reach with this That's how deep it get My whole life is ill, my whole life is real Mornings, noon's, nights Birthdays, workdays, holidays, funerals. the usual Life is real! Sunday to Monday, school, your gunplay, politics, bullshit Life is real! Shootings, stabbing, free tray, arrest crush, kill, destroy, cheques Death. rebirth Reach the world but touch the street first Life goin in every direction but rewind Niggaz is waiting for the light to dive down On a park a hustler plays the hide out Somebody's gotta notice it's a matter of time before the world fine out The earth dry out and push the hintin to high ground,life style--Hostile Real, life real real So real, too real, news real--edited The close up block out the rest of it True evident, false measurement Crunk superstar, thug president Tricks allegiance, M-def payment ship Scribe lively, so timely,that is timeless And is lovely, and is ugly, as it must be My whole life is real, ha-haa! Brooklyn know My life my B.X. know My life my Real niggaz all over the world My life my it's a real thang whoooo! Boogie man! |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Boogie man, boogie man, boogie man BOOGIE MAN! (Hello children!) My whole life is real My life A-ha, Brooklyn you know My life it's a real thang Listen My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is real My own life is ILL!! filled with magic's strife to scale Sun bright, no time to chill, got all type of bills I got seeds I gotta feed with this They be needin shit, I got ex-wife beef and shit That's how deep it get My whole life is real, my whole life is ill A fantastic, a beautiful mess And life nigga in America: the usual stress I do it to the up, low, the east and the west, I Do it to most, I do it to death I do so it good they don't know what to do with theyselves Well do this: MOVE! Back, forward, mo' Life is real, let's move on My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is ILL Filled with magic's strife to scale Sun bright, no time to chill Got all type of bills I got seeds I gotta feed with this I got streets I gotta reach with this That's how deep it get My whole life is ill, my whole life is real Mornings, noon's, nights Birthdays, workdays, holidays, funerals. the usual Life is real! Sunday to Monday, school, your gunplay, politics, bullshit Life is real! Shootings, stabbing, free tray, arrest crush, kill, destroy, cheques Death. rebirth Reach the world but touch the street first Life goin in every direction but rewind Niggaz is waiting for the light to dive down On a park a hustler plays the hide out Somebody's gotta notice it's a matter of time before the world fine out The earth dry out and push the hintin to high ground,life style--Hostile Real, life real real So real, too real, news real--edited The close up block out the rest of it True evident, false measurement Crunk superstar, thug president Tricks allegiance, M-def payment ship Scribe lively, so timely,that is timeless And is lovely, and is ugly, as it must be My whole life is real, ha-haa! Brooklyn know My life my B.X. know My life my Real niggaz all over the world My life my it's a real thang whoooo! Boogie man! |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
The summit, the peaks
The plains and the valley The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley The waking hour, the moment, the dream The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream The filling beginning, the quiet finale Eh eh eh eh lifetime, lifetime Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the rock The lights in the plaza meant there's something fantastic The moment I met you, the first look was like magic Yeah, there's the way that it is and the way that it feels There's the distance between the ideal and the bills Yet, I see all the numbers, I still lull for the dreamer I thank God for the dreamers, lifetime [Repeat: x2] Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the rock Maintain the spot, keep up the block Maintain the rock, keep up the rock I know this much is true We don't wanna be lonely Whether kind or you're cruel, be you no more oh lonely The riot is easy and the silence is loud You can build yourself up by just turning things down We will fashion the law, so why should we feel lonely? When forever is only, lifetime [Repeat: x2] Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the block Maintain the rock, keep up the rock Lifetime [Repeat: x13] |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
The summit, the peaks
The plains and the valley The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley The waking hour, the moment, the dream The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream The filling beginning, the quiet finale Eh eh eh eh lifetime, lifetime Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the rock The lights in the plaza meant there's something fantastic The moment I met you, the first look was like magic Yeah, there's the way that it is and the way that it feels There's the distance between the ideal and the bills Yet, I see all the numbers, I still lull for the dreamer I thank God for the dreamers, lifetime [Repeat: x2] Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the rock Maintain the spot, keep up the block Maintain the rock, keep up the rock I know this much is true We don't wanna be lonely Whether kind or you're cruel, be you no more oh lonely The riot is easy and the silence is loud You can build yourself up by just turning things down We will fashion the law, so why should we feel lonely? When forever is only, lifetime [Repeat: x2] Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the block Maintain the rock, keep up the rock Lifetime [Repeat: x13] |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] They say the goodness in life belongs to those who believe So, I believe...YES! [Chorus] 2x I start to think, and then I sink Into the paper, like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line I escape when I finish the rhyme (aiyyo) My pops said he was in love when he made me Thought about it for a second, wasn't hard to see I could hear he was sincere, was a game of promotion The entire affair's probably charged wit emotion But love call your heart, I guess you got to persue 12-11-73 my life is testament Praise the beneficent, element that rest Devoid in the form that make love manifest I spent my early years in Roosevelt Project It was a bright valley wit some dark prospects In '83, Venny C was the host wit the most I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close I listened to the Rap Attack and held the radio close This is far before the days of high glamour and pose Aiyyo power from the street light made the place dark I know a few understand what I'm talkin about It was love for the thing that made me wanna stay out It was love for the thing that made me stay in the house Spendin time, writin rhymes Tryin to find words that describe the vibe That's inside the space When you close yo' eyes and screw yo' face Is this the pain of too much tenderness To make me nod my head in reverence Should I visit this place and remember it? To build landmarks here as evidence Night time, spirit shook my temperment To write rhymes that portray this sentiment We live the now for the promise of the infinite We live the now for the promise of the inifinite And we believe in the promise (love, love *repeated*) Yes yes y'all and we don't stop because Chorus I got love, L-O-V-E and I be Love, L-O-V-E to MC Get love, L-O-V-E and I be Love, L-O-V-E I MC Get love, L-O-V-E and I be Love, L-O-V-E to MC Get love, L-O-V-E and I be The M-O-S-D-E-F-initely Check it out y'all, feel me out y'all Feel me out y'all, hear my out y'all Check me, out y'all Feel me out y'all, check it out y'all Now hear out (bounce) y'all Check me out y'all, feel me out y'all Check me out y'all, feel me out y'all Feel me out y'all (hear me bounce y'all) Check me out y'all, check it out y'all My folks said they was in love when they had me I take they love they made me wit to make rhymes and beats (Can you feel?) The raw deal, it's all wheel-driven Contemplate the essence of beats, rhymes and living Speech in line wit the rhythm, designed wit the rhythm Ears and eyes keepin good time wit the rhythm I shine wit the rhythm, the Black Star Gallactica Big number fleetin, we ancient like the Abbacca's After us, I see most proceed to be trees Sproutin leaves, given breeze to the we who believe I MC, which means I Must Cultivate the earth Back straight backs, hard beats and hard work I be the funky drummer to soften the hard earth (Amin) Pray Allah keep my soul and heart clean (Amin) Pray the same thing again for all my team This go out to Fort Greene and on out to Queens Uptown to Boogie Down, yo just look around AND SHOOK UP THE WORLD!, like Ali in 6-3 (right) I'm reachin the height that you said cannot be I'm bringin the light but you said we can't see Saw the new day commin, and it look just like me Some burst through the clouds, my photo ID I bring light to your day and raise yo' degree The Universal Magnetic, you must respect it From end to beginning, ? true and livin EVERY CHANGING, it was a state of magnificent Building it now for the promise of the infinite Building it now for the promise of the inifinite because Chorus I got love, L-O-V-E and I be Love, L-O-V-E to MC Get love, L-O-V-E and I be Love, L-O-V-E to MC Get love, L-O-V-E and I be Love, L-O-V-E to MC Get love, L-O-V-E and I be The M-O-S-D-E-F-initely |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka Ha hah You know the deal It's just me yo Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos and even the gringos Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock Three for the fourth comin live, future shock It's five dimensions, six senses Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit with the probable tenth, the universe expands length The body of my text posess extra strength Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno My ink so hot it burn through the journal I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free 40% of Americans own a cell phone so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone" Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add It's mathematics Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier (repeat 2X) "The Mighty Mos Def.." "It's simple mathematics" -) Fat Joe "Check it out!" "I revolve around science.." "What are we talking about here?" .. "Do your math" -) Erykah Badu (2X) .. .. "One.. t-t-two.. three, four" -) James Brown .. .. "What are we talking about here?" .. [Mos Def] Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory Four MC's murdered in the last four years I ain't tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here Yo it's 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills Eight heroes gettin found with 9 mill's It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe When the average minimum wage is $5.15 You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black so frontliners got they gun in your back Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty and end up in the global jail economy Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence Budget cutbacks but increased police presence And even if you get out of prison still livin join the other five million under state supervision This is business, no faces just lines and statistics from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits The system break man child and women into figures Two columns for who is, and who ain't niggaz Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings but you push too hard, even numbers got limits Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret: the million other straws underneath it - it's all mathematics Chorus {closing scratch} "Mathematics.." |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
This desire
I come home high, and she start to cry I can't take it A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it She at home with the kids, this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal, but I'm a hard-headed still Do things my way And it's so strong, so strong It's like I'm dying Trying to hold on My body says oh-no, oh, out there Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play Ain't no game at all I'm up in the clouds, and I'm spiraling down Nothing breaks the fall And it's so strong, so strong It's like I'm dying Try to hold on My body says oh-no, oh, out there Flying Sounds of the sufferers pray I come home high, and she start to cry I can't take it A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it She at home with the kids; this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal, but I'm a hard-headed still Black Dante and it's so strong So strong So strong So strong I'm out there, flying Flying Flying Flying This game is fantastic, desire Killers, this life, this life Lovers, this life, this life Hustlers, this life, this life Thieves, this life, this life Gamblers, this life, this life Niggaz, crackers, children, mothers, fathers, lovers, neighbors, hungry Full, the beautiful, the stars, the distance, the close, the stars The heavens, this life The floor, this life, this life The high, this life The beneath, this life, this life All, all, everywhere, everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, home Come on, this how it goes on Ghetto people in the world today, get up! Ha! Look alive, breathe, woo! Ha! How it goes Mother, mother Head in her hands Her first born son dead in her hands The whole thing was a setup, a scam They knew it was set up and planned Niggas he worked with wet him and ran, and that's, Brother, brother But, son, I don't see no brother hood All I see is thugger hood Get rich and fuck the hood All they want is some good smoke from the hood Lookin' for the shorty good stroke from the hood That's how they touch the hood But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black Because I'm brighter, black And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite Shout in the hood, 'we get the picture.' 'Cause every time you out in the hood, you got photographers wit' ya What's going on? Ha! Understand this is real life This how it goes on, this how it goes on It keep going on, this how it goes on Ghetto people, look alive, get free Get involved, remain to breathe Ha! Woo! If Marvin was alive now, wow What would I say to him? Where could I start? How could I explain to him? I know the minor world would probably look strange to him Would he feel like today had a place for him? Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference When he said, 'Save the babies,' was we listenin'? When he said, 'Mercy, mercy,' did he really know That decades later we'd still be killin' folks? Or did he hope that we would realize That we the first, the son of Earth The moon and stars, the great beyond We black and proud, we brave and strong We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh And keepin' on Ha! Ghetto people, look alive and free, ya get real This how it goes on, and you say, you say [Repeat: x2] This how it goes on Ghetto people, look alive and free, and breathe! Ha! Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat! [Repeat: x3] Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat! There ain't nothin' to be afraid of Ghetto people,, look alive and free, ya get real This how it goes on This how it goes on, keep goin' on This how it goes on Now breathe! Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin modern marvel |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
This desire
I come home high, and she start to cry I can't take it A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it She at home with the kids, this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal, but I'm a hard-headed still Do things my way And it's so strong, so strong It's like I'm dying Trying to hold on My body says oh-no, oh, out there Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play Ain't no game at all I'm up in the clouds, and I'm spiraling down Nothing breaks the fall And it's so strong, so strong It's like I'm dying Try to hold on My body says oh-no, oh, out there Flying Sounds of the sufferers pray I come home high, and she start to cry I can't take it A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it She at home with the kids; this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal, but I'm a hard-headed still Black Dante and it's so strong So strong So strong So strong I'm out there, flying Flying Flying Flying This game is fantastic, desire Killers, this life, this life Lovers, this life, this life Hustlers, this life, this life Thieves, this life, this life Gamblers, this life, this life Niggaz, crackers, children, mothers, fathers, lovers, neighbors, hungry Full, the beautiful, the stars, the distance, the close, the stars The heavens, this life The floor, this life, this life The high, this life The beneath, this life, this life All, all, everywhere, everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, home Come on, this how it goes on Ghetto people in the world today, get up! Ha! Look alive, breathe, woo! Ha! How it goes Mother, mother Head in her hands Her first born son dead in her hands The whole thing was a setup, a scam They knew it was set up and planned Niggas he worked with wet him and ran, and that's, Brother, brother But, son, I don't see no brother hood All I see is thugger hood Get rich and fuck the hood All they want is some good smoke from the hood Lookin' for the shorty good stroke from the hood That's how they touch the hood But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black Because I'm brighter, black And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite Shout in the hood, 'we get the picture.' 'Cause every time you out in the hood, you got photographers wit' ya What's going on? Ha! Understand this is real life This how it goes on, this how it goes on It keep going on, this how it goes on Ghetto people, look alive, get free Get involved, remain to breathe Ha! Woo! If Marvin was alive now, wow What would I say to him? Where could I start? How could I explain to him? I know the minor world would probably look strange to him Would he feel like today had a place for him? Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference When he said, 'Save the babies,' was we listenin'? When he said, 'Mercy, mercy,' did he really know That decades later we'd still be killin' folks? Or did he hope that we would realize That we the first, the son of Earth The moon and stars, the great beyond We black and proud, we brave and strong We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh And keepin' on Ha! Ghetto people, look alive and free, ya get real This how it goes on, and you say, you say [Repeat: x2] This how it goes on Ghetto people, look alive and free, and breathe! Ha! Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat! [Repeat: x3] Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat! There ain't nothin' to be afraid of Ghetto people,, look alive and free, ya get real This how it goes on This how it goes on, keep goin' on This how it goes on Now breathe! Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin modern marvel |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
Say ho, everybody say ho bop-po quay yo I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo bop-po quay yo, everybody say ho Everybody say hooooo- hooo Everybody say ho And check it out now Who is cat eating out on the town And make the whole dining room turn they head around Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on pump(?) Who be riding up in the highrise elevator Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga They try to play him like a chump Cause he got what they want He under thirty years old But already he's a pro Designer trousers slung low Because his pockets stay swoll' Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go VIP at the club, backstage at the show (Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes Hottest whips on the road Neck and wrists on froze (say word) Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs Straight all across the globe Watch got three time-zones Keep a digital phone up to his dome Two assistants Two bank accounts, two homes One problem Even with the O's on his check The po-po stop him and show no respect "Is there a problem officer?" Damn straight, it's called race That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case You livin large, your skin is dark They flash a light in your face Now, who is cat dining out on the town Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on pump(?) Now, who is the cat at Armani buying wears With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here? Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe "I didn't say it.." But they'll say it out loud again When they deal with their close associates and friends You know Sneak it in with they friends at the job Happy hour at the bar While this song is in they car And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel Like, late night I'm on a first class flight The only brother in sight The flight attendent catch fright I sit down in my seat, 2C She approach officially talking about, "Excuse me" Her lips curl up into a tight space She don't believe that I'm in the right place Showed her my boarding pass, And then she sort of gasped All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass An hour later here she comes by walking past "I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" They stay on Nigga patrol on american roads And when you travel abroad they got world Nigga laws Some folks get on a plane go as they please But I go over seas and I get over siezed London-Heathro, me and my people They think that illegal's a synonym for Negro Far away places, customs agents flagrant They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases Bags inspected, now we arrested Attention directed to contents of our intestines Urinanalyis followed by X-rays Interegated and detained to damn near the next day No evidence, no appology and no regard Even for the big american rap star For us especially, us most especially, A Mr Nigga VIP jail cell just for me "If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face" They say they want you successful But then they make it stressful You start keeping pace, they start shaking up the tempo Now, who is cat riding out on the town State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on pump(?) Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael's name Show Woody and Soon-Ye at the playoff game, holding hands Sit back and just bug, think about that Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black? OJ found innocent by a jury of his peers They been fucking with that Nigga for last five years Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white? If white boys doing it, well, it's success When I start doing, well, it's suspect Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money America's five centuries deep in cotton money You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up It's new, Y'all living off of slave traders paper But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live though Putting up the big swing for my kids yo Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo I'm a get her them pretty bay windows I'm a cop a nice home to provide in A safe environment for seeds to reside in A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in And if I'm still Mr Nigga, I won't find it suprising |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
(sung) I know, I can't afford to stop for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget I know, I can't afford to stop for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget [Mos Def] - speaking over sung vocals Man.. for real I was in love with this girl, y'know I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man She was wild man.. f'real It's just too.. let me tell you about her [Mos Def] Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from the front She spot me like paparazzi Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants Hot damn! What your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up The slims at the Rebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down Asked her to dance she was like ‘yo, I'm leaving now' An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin Crys straight up, shaking, winding her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam For Reed is on the stand big things is in the plan The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce I turn around Say, you is the same pretty girl that I had priorly observed Trying to play me for the herb (yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played it low and pretended I never met her ‘How you feelin', ‘oh I'm fine', ‘my name is Mos', ‘I'm Sharice' I heard so much good about you its nice to finally meet We moved to the booth reserved crew especially And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is *fucking* on me mentally We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo I'm about to merc, I say peace to the family She hop up like ‘how you gonna leave before you dance with me?' [hook] (sung) I know I can't afford this life For a moment That its too soon To forget x2 (spoken by Mos Def) She blew my whole habit, that girl I was like ‘what' I played it low though, I was like ‘yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go' Its mad, it was so sick, I tell ya Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just Yo, she was like J. Kennedy Word bond, to my mother man She was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor And she start whispering to me [Mos Def] Yo, let me apologize for the other night I know it wasn't right But baby you know what its like Some brothers don't be coming right I understand, I'm feeling you Beside, ‘can I have a dance?' ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper ‘honey, let's exchange numbers' Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issac Like ‘if I don't, if I don't, if I don't' Showin me that tan line and that tatoo Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo" Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., ‘come now', I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call ‘I feel I'm runnin a fever' Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down Midnight we hook up and go at it Burn is over, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin me commitment is somethin she can't manage Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic Ahh damnit! This all Harrison Ford frantic My 911 wasn't answered by my fly Taurus enchantress Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kiddie club With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up What!? |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
The murder of a teenage life
Fire from the cold steel The heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage threat The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks The murder of a teenage chief My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be Hungry belly jamma busts off easily Balloon bang. POP! Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok Colder than a pimp glock Aim shot, the frame drops Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop Take not life in vein And how the preacher was saying Remember! Anyways they laid him in a stray box Dark suit and gray socks The neighborhood is all distraught Candles lit the stoop at the park Where the family and students are Confused, in awe They gape into each others arms IT'S MURDER! New absence from a mothers arm Even the warmth from the mother's arms Couldn't keep her son from harm From standing where the gun was drawn Over come, done and done. He's gone… MURDER! Shells fell like a bell that rung Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged And by the time it took the medics to come The breath eased out of his lungs And his soul eased out of the slums And the voice eased out of the drums The sirens through their ears, they sung MURDER! Telephone wire, sneakers hung MURDER! For the Black and young MURDER!!!!!!!!!!! And the Aves they from I am from the block the PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on Where hustlers stretch the yay long And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on Flip it over and make more Where the blocks are yellow taped off Where the young blood is trained on Obese to the Fakesoft Where the pressure just stays on But the lights and the heat don't The place where you witness the true power of street folk And that's where I'm coming from people High post, low key Eighth, o-z, and kilo Law man, dope man Adversary, amigo Preacher man, pimp hand Both folding their C-notes A Black Fist clutching deliverance for the People Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in Slap the devil's hand to make the fucker stop reaching. |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
The emperor, subjects, and his dogs
Fuck you all Napoleon's dynamite blew up in his face Yoo busy handin out plates, now get yourself a taste Yum, gravy over lips seekin tongues Price that you pay for thinkin e'rybody dumb Green and googly wide-eyed and surprised Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried bride Effort to little hit now holla cry pride When the opposition forces came to take him back Jack (Always gonna be hounded fella, by the police) Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we don't assume Secretly you probably relate Loud lung tyrant, now you be quiet Husheth, thou dost protesth too mucheth Your deeds are on file, take your testament is bupkis I feel like Lazarus, steppin out the grave To give reporters of his death, the world's greatest nay It ain't hear or say, you can see it for your own two Sucker or get close and feel it if you want to But I know you, you won't and can't do Seamstress and lies are bustin up your handle Palms and fingertips on ultra-blister You crossed a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher Shell position fill your old tradition self Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped himself Now your project sinks up leakin Hand over head and the sticky red is seepin Weepin willow goin onry ape shit Little homey onlooker shout,"He ain't gon' make it!" The moment where bullies find God Dumb-ass, he been on the scene all along Tried to help you steer clear, you sped up to the climax The brick wall on your cheeks worse than Imax Heavy child I know you wish you never tried black Dante air blow craft you can't hijack Yes, but really I digress Let me step aside and let the EMS clean up the drecks Extra gore soak the medics to they own asshole I pray peace on your soul now BEGONE~! Movin on, to deeper brighter better and more Free. |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] There's nothing more refreshing (that cool refreshing drink) Than a cool, crisp, clean glass of water On a warm summer's day (That cool refreshing drink) Try it with your friends New World Water make the tide rise high Come in and it'll make your house go "Bye" (My house!) Fools done upset the Old Man River Made him carry slave ships and fed him dead nigga Now his belly full and he about to flood somethin So I'ma throw a rope that ain't tied to nothin til your crew use the H2 in wise amounts since it's the New World Water; and every drop counts You can laugh and take it as a joke if you wanna But it don't rain for four weeks some summers And it's about to get real wild in the half You be buying Evian just to take a fuckin bath Heads is acting wild, sippin poor, puffin dank Competin with the next man, but how your playa rank? See I ain't got time try to be Big Hank, Fuck a bank; I need a twenty-year water tank Cause while these knuckleheads is out here sweatin they goods The sun is sitting in the treetops burnin the woods And as the flames from the blaze get higher and higher They say, "Don't drink the water! We need it for the fire!" New York is drinkin it (New World Water) Now all of California is drinkin it (New World Water) Way up north and down south is drinkin it (New World Water) Used to have minerals and zinc in it (New World Water) Now they say it got lead and stink in it (New World Water) Four carbons and monoxide Push the water table lopside Used to be free now it cost you a fee Cause all things fully loaded they roam cross the sea Man, you gotta cook with it, bathe and clean with it (That's right) When it's hot, summertime you fiend for it (Let em know) You gotta put it in the iron you steamin with (That's right) It's what they dress wounds and treat diseases with (Shout it out) The rich and poor, black and white got need for it (That's right) And everybody in the world can agree with this (Let em know) Consumption promotes health and easiness (That's right) Go too long without it on this earth and you leavin it (Shout it out) Americans wastin it on some leisure shit (Say word?) And other nations be desperately seekin it (Let em know) Bacteria washing up on they beaches (Say word?) Don't drink the water, son they can't wash they feet with it (Let em know) Young babies and professional neediness (Say word?) Epidemics hopppin up off the petri dish (Let em know) Control centers try to play it all secretive (Say word?) To avoid public panic and freakiness (Let em know) There are places where TB is common as TV Cause foreign-based companies go and get greedy The type of cats who pollute the whole shore line Have it purified, sell it for a dollar twenty-five Now the world is drinkin it Your moms, wife, and baby girl is drinkin it Up north and down south is drinkin it You just have to go to your sink for it The cash registers is goin to chink for it Four carbons and monoxide Got the fish lookin cockeyed Used to be free now it cost you a fee Cause it's all about gettin that cash (Money) Said it's all about gettin that cash (Money) (x9) Johny cash (Money) Roseland cash (Money) Give me cash (Money) Cold cash (Money) (Repeat to fade) Cash rules everything around me, Move! |
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