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from Gorillaz 3집 - Plastic Beach (2010)
[Mos Def:]
Love electricity, Shockwave central, Power on the motherboard, Yes. Push up, Overload, Legendary, Heavy glow, Sunshine, Thunder-roll, Keep this on, Yes the lanturn burns firm and easy, And broadcast so raw and neatly, Thunder-roll, Sunshine, Work it out now, now, now... [2D:] Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the... Oh Stylo, (juice) Go for blossom in your soul. When you know your heart is light, Electric is the love. When the mako flies, (Like a giant fish,) Up from the bottom in your eyes, (As it leaps from the stream,) Then I'll know the twilight skies, (Blood curdles, it's death row,) Are not so broken hearted. (Hot from the end of the line.) [Bobby Womack:] If it's love, it's electric. It'll be flowing on the streets, Night after night, Just to get through the week. Sometimes it's hard. Right now. [2D:] Sing yourself (juice) out of depression, Rise above All recession. If I know your heart, Electric is the love. [Bobby Womack:] There's only one way; Let it play a little while longer. It's got a way of passing through man and woman, In another world, In another world in the universe. Ohhhhh... [2D:] (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the...) [Bobby Womack:] Right now. Here's what we got to do. If it's love, it's electric. It'll be flowing on the streets, Night after night, Just to get through the week. Sometimes it's hard. [2D:] (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the...) [Mos Def:] That's what I'm talking about. Love electricity, Shockwave central, Power on the motherboard, Yes Push up, Overload, Legendary, Heavy glow, Sunshine, Thunder-roll, Keep this on, Yes the lanturn burns so firm and easy, And broadcast so raw and easy, Thunder-roll, Sunshine, Work it out now, now, now... Right now. ------------------------------------ |
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from Gorillaz 3집 - Plastic Beach (2010)
Pay day you're a winner
Pay day you're a winner Keep cool form a line Scare money broke money Bold money mo money So sunny cloud breaker Sound maker wave runner Wild wonder funky drummer You can get it how you wanna There's math and there's dealers and Players and me They say that they winners ok Well let's see You pay or you play The rules of the trade They math of the days The days of the age What you want how you like Aim high man why not Some old story yours each and All of yours There's maths and there's dealers and Players and me They say that they winners ok Well let's see Sweepstakes, sweepstakes You're a winner Sweepstakes, you're a winner Sweepstakes, you're a winner Sweepstakes, you're a winner Sweepstakes, you're a winner Sweepstakes, you're a winner Pay day you're a winner Pay day you're a winner Keep cool form a line Scare money broke money Bold money mo money So sunny cloud breaker Sound maker wave runner Wild wonder funky drummer You can get it how you wanna Who's the winner said the dealer Every player yeah me So you say we will see Pay of play a ok What's it roll how you like Aim high why not Sun moon and starryarrs Each and every allayalls Who's a winner yeah me So you say we will see Cloud breaker danger beach Big fleets ok let's eat Sweepstakes you're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Pay day you're a winner Keep cool form a line Scare money broke money Bold money mo money So sunny cloud breaker Sound maker wave runner Wild wonder funky drummer You can get it how you wanna There's math and there's dealers and Players and killers and me They say that they winners ok Well let's see You pay or you play The rules of the trade They math of the days The times of the age What you want how you like Aim high man why not Some old story yours Each and every allayalls There's maths and there's dealers and Players and me Sweepstakes They say that they winners ok Well let's see You're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Pay day you're a winner Keep cool form a line Scare money broke money Bold money mo money So sunny cloud breaker Sound maker wave runner Wild wonder funky drummer You can get it how you wanna Who's the winner said the dealer Every player yeah me So you say we will see Pay of play a ok What's it roll how you like Aim high why not Sun moon and starryarrs Each and every allayalls Who's a winner yeah me So you say we will see Cloud breaker danger beach Fresh fleets ok let's eat Sweepstakes you're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Sweepstakes you're a winner Keep cool form a line Scare money broke money Bold money mo money So sunny cloud breaker Sound maker wave runner Wild wonder funky drummer You can get it how you wanna There's math and there's dealers and Players and me They say that they winners ok Well let's see You pay or you play The rules of the trade They math of the days The times of the age What you want how you like Aim high man why not Some old story yours Each and every allayalls There's maths and there's dealers and Players and me |
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from Gorillaz - Stylo [single] (2010)
[Mos Def:]
Love electricity, Shockwave central, Power on the motherboard, Yes. Push up, Overload, Legendary, Heavy glow, Sunshine, Thunder-roll, Keep this on, Yes the lanturn burns firm and easy, And broadcast so raw and neatly, Thunder-roll, Sunshine, Work it out now, now, now... [2D:] Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the Overload, overload, overload, Coming on to the... Oh Stylo, (juice) Go for blossom in your soul. When you know your heart is light, Electric is the love. When the mako flies, (Like a giant fish,) Up from the bottom in your eyes, (As it leaps from the stream,) Then I'll know the twilight skies, (Blood curdles, it's death row,) Are not so broken hearted. (Hot from the end of the line.) [Bobby Womack:] If it's love, it's electric. It'll be flowing on the streets, Night after night, Just to get through the week. Sometimes it's hard. Right now. [2D:] Sing yourself (juice) out of depression, Rise above All recession. If I know your heart, Electric is the love. [Bobby Womack:] There's only one way; Let it play a little while longer. It's got a way of passing through man and woman, In another world, In another world in the universe. Ohhhhh... [2D:] (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the...) [Bobby Womack:] Right now. Here's what we got to do. If it's love, it's electric. It'll be flowing on the streets, Night after night, Just to get through the week. Sometimes it's hard. [2D:] (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the) (Overload, overload, overload,) (Coming on to the...) [Mos Def:] That's what I'm talking about. Love electricity, Shockwave central, Power on the motherboard, Yes Push up, Overload, Legendary, Heavy glow, Sunshine, Thunder-roll, Keep this on, Yes the lanturn burns so firm and easy, And broadcast so raw and easy, Thunder-roll, Sunshine, Work it out now, now, now... Right now. ------------------------------------ |
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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 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 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 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 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Shatter, shatter
Believe when I tell you I never meant to break your heart May God pick up the pieces of dreams that fall apart Forgive me and forget me, make a brand new start Don't blink your eyes and say goodbye I know, you know, I know, you know that love is danger Criminal minded, gangster of love Charms in your arms, your gun is wild warm Worn, bang bang, shoot 'em up Tips in your clip, click clack, use 'em up Bad intentions and a very good shot X marks the spot where you cross the heart Candlelight vigil on my memory block Commemorate the date where the bomb got dropped Love, steady war no more Put your weapon away, quit collecting the slain She said, "You're right, I don't wanna fight I just like the fire and the flashing lights" Believe me when I tell you I never meant to break your heart May God pick up the pieces of dreams that fall apart Forgive me and forget me, make a brand new start Don't blink your eyes and say goodbye I know, you know that I know, you know that love is danger If you are to fall in love Then where should you stand to begin with? And when the falling's done How bad should you plan to get injured? And if you land on your feet Do it count as a fall or a jump? And do it feel like a fall when the hands that pushed you Were holding you up? Close encounter, got you wide open Heartache got your boom box going Music and vocals, lonely and soulful You're back in the scene where your sweet dreams are so true Believe me when I tell you I never meant to break your heart May God pick up the pieces of dreams that fall apart Forgive me and forget me, make a brand new start Don't blink your eyes and say goodbye Cause I know, you know that I know, you know what love is Cowboys and girls, oh baby I remember when we used to play Cowboys and girls, oh baby I remember when we used to play Cowboys and girls, oh baby I remember when we used to play Cowboys and girls, shoot 'em up, bang bang Shatter, shatter, cowboys and girls Shoot 'em up, bang bang We at the movies and you're a star, get down |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Absolutely, Flaco!
Fresh and I'm fresh and my fresh just get fresher, Diamonds in production glow greater than the pressure, The none turn to some and the some turn to moire, The more tun to many and the many turn to all, Shoutin' on my nothing like it's nothing at all, To not knowin' what ya got til it got gone Same song, new time signature, New brand hustle with the long time arithmetic, Bey, from the preacher man, number man, understand Curves and sliders, overs and under-hands, Black Batman, knock 'em out the park, Pitch, quiet fire sniper not the one you tryna bow with, Block work when the block turn jobless, And triple beams ain't the best means to weigh your potions Smarts! Get smart with your smartness, Too busy surviving to argue 'bout Darwin, Darling! [Chorus] See me, huh, a pretty dancer Need sugar, win Ali, ? pretty dance See me do it, Ready, steady, step it out Big swing swing with bangers and thing thingers Soul glow zinging all over the ring finger Yo yo! Don't play me so close Make me tell you something that you ain't really ready to know Fight camp you was in top form, Fight night, damn you ain't breakin' popcorn Aw man word bond? Word is bond! Ultimatum Lights off, smelling salts, resuscitate 'em I don't underrate 'em son, I don't nothing-reate 'em, All I do is pop pop, frustrate 'em Exacerbate 'em, sharp shoot, lacerate 'em Steady hustle, shuffle shuffle, fascinate 'em Ecstatic nature black imagination activated True and living elevated, you are rockin' with the greatest Ecstatic nature black imagination activated True and living elevated, you are rockin' with the greatest It's like a dove from up above [Chorus: x2] Skip, move Skip, move Skip, move Skip, move (Fly like a dove from up above) The greatest See me do it! Ecstatic nature black imagination activated True and living elevated, you are rockin' with the greatest Ecstatic nature black imagination activated True and living elevated, you are rockin' with the greatest |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
top priority
peace before everything god before anything love before anything real before everything home before anyplace shoot before anything style and state radiate love power slay the hate truth killer flakey face players say it to they face aint afraid to major striaght race at the table straight flow greatest like the greatest lakes capes all greatest states quiet water major waves steer the course make a way and come ashore on a greater day home grown from the greatest grain full flavor in the native strain now put that on your brainy brain full exposure to favorite slang minimal wage and major gangs yall seen them play the bait later night from day to day they came to play you came to stay get out the way Biotch sons buy heat rocks Brooklyn finest, preservation to beat-box friend or foe, poison or detox When we rock the people (...) priority peace before anything god before everything love before anything real before everything home before anyplace shoot before anything style and state radiate love power slay the hate priority |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Speaking:
One thing I want to assure them, if they think I'm gonna change or compromise my attitude and my way of life or in my expression or in my goal towards politics they are making me stronger and i am much much stronger now. Check a blank to the boogie and up chuck a boogie to the rhythym of the boogie to be (x2) Their it go like simple and plainest primal and basic Zulu arrangement rockin' amazement flaco, radiating from heaven to pavement They Phony as a face-lift and nothing to play with spent time hating but that ain't changing it God give it to me no body is takin' it therefore, moving on the base of stimulus standing in the twilight and watching them get it in the walls, are trembling, the air, simmering she movin' like more than her ears are listenin' woah now! testin' your equilibrium sonic wave booming all over your intimate skin on skin and skin on skin again put it all, get it all, get on, get it then ladies and gentlemen, misters and mistresses cousins, uncle, auntie and synonym there it is, boogieman Hah! simmer down simmer down simmer down now simmer down now x3 quiet dog, bite hard, my god! So and the rocking don't stop Brooklyn in the kitchen heat up the stovetop Banging the empire state and navigating the way Your preservation make the greatest hip hop They cool dude swagger look terribly corny The flow so petty, unsteady, it’s boring These dudes ain't though, but they yawning They need to get off it So whack whack is all you can call it Therefore, moving on, and deaf to stimulus Regardless what zone or what town you represent A bulletin to all of your settlements Tower to tenement I mold you from all of the elements Now simmer down and manage your mayhem I'm bright as the A.M. And you're rock and roll out the station And blessed with the fresh from day one I got it today done We all going back to the same one This constant motivation I'll stay with Remarkable flavors That all bear the mark of the greatness Whoa now! The kid is from buck town Your girl is in love now You chumps gonna front and get shut down Shut! (sirens) simmer down simmer down simmer down now simmer down now x3 quiet dog, bite hard let's rock and you don't stop see you rock to the rhythm we don't stop so you maintain the rock and you don't stop you keep up the rock and you don't stop (the rock) maintain the rock and you don't stop (the rock) you keep up the rock and you don't stop (the rock) maintain the rock and you don't stop (the rock) You keep up the rock, Quiet dog bite hard, my god! |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Revelations, don't stop keep on
Sunshine, 'Ecstatic', flaco boogieman Standing in the sun, getting black as I want You playing good, man, that ain't backing me up Sky woke a baby, ain't no jackin' my hem I got a whole lot to say so I ain't talking to them I hear knees dropping, I turn it up louder Black freedom, black genius, black power Black ink for printing the black dollar Until I see C I A, I say now what? And C C is central bank Loose change, body slamming big money tanks We tell God thanks, ya'll tellin' us God don't rank That's why your breath stank, yuck Lay off the bacon and smokes Quit laying off the good working folks, quit the hoax And lay off the corny color jokes Con chilly populate the colors they won't Ya big dope, yuck Keep them out your face, keep 'em in your prayers Either that keep 'em in the cross hairs Better still keep a even dose of each 'Cause until you get justice you won't get Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, peace The gun shot say, ba, ba, da, day, ba, da, da Day, ba, da, da, da, da, da, day, ay They shout peace, peace, peace They shout peace, peace, peace The firefight lit, ba, ba, da, day, ba, da, da Day, ba, da, da, da, da, da, day, ay Rumors and rumors and rumors of war Can I get better, now what is that for? And more rumors and rumors and rumors of war Killers just killing now, what they kill for And more rumors and rumors and rumors of war Can I get better, now what is that for? And more rumors and rumors and rumors of war Revelations, don't stop, keep on |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
When I'm down, I just draw some roses
On a pretty piece of paper With my recipe open So halfway through, I feel so much better I imagine happiness, and it runs right to me, such amazing beauty You don't have to, cut up no roses Please just leave them living Got my pencil, got pretty paper Please don't worry we're forgiven I have found, just the perfect feelin Finally cause I'm grateful I can feel your spirit, comin closer on me It is grand, just to be reminded Reminded of the good things Living in a new day, that no one can tear down You don't have to, cut up no roses Please just leave them living Got my pencil, got pretty paper Please don't worry we're forgiven Yellow for friendship, red for love Black for the universal stars above Pink buds that I bought her on Valentine She said it was forever then she changed her mind I said a little prayer then I cleared my eyes Cause the [? ] Started off with a oget, natural poget I ain't Picasso but that ain't important Faith, smart dude never graduated high school Stay tuned I'm a show you how my art move Shape and dimension flow and extension Symmetry shade, blowin out the frame Sign off my name Dante when I'm finished Put it to your memory for permanent exhibit Love, hard work and it's worth every minute Abstract is still life real life kinetic I have found, just the perfect feelin Finally cause I'm grateful I can feel your spirit, comin closer on me It is grand, just to be reminded Reminded of the good things Living in a new day, that no one can tear down You don't have to, cut up no roses Please just leave them living Got my pencil, got pretty paper Please don't worry we're forgiven Got my pencil, got pretty paper Please don't worry we're forgiven You don't have to, cut up no roses Please just leave them living When I'm down, I just draw some roses On a pretty piece of paper With my recipe open So almost through, I feel so much better I imagine happiness, and it ran right to me, such amazing beauty Got my pencil, got pretty paper Please don't worry we're forgiven You don't have to, cut up no roses Please just leave them living |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
[In Arabic]
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim [Translation:] In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Compassionate [Malcolm X] "You're living at a time of extremism, a time of revolution a time where there's got to be a change. People in power have misused it and now there has to be a change and a better world has to be built and the only way is going to be built is with extreme methods and I for one will join with anyone, don't care what color you are as long as you want change this miserable condition that exists on this earth." [Mos Def] Ecstatic Ecstatic, ecstatic Classic Flow Super magic, black origin, freshly out of dopeness Definitely out of dopeness, sketch another opus Knock off your set, Brooklyn, we keep 'em open The heavens expand the stars advance feel the boogieman Mojo hand healing power like Bang Snap, I rebuke these snitches We know the truth, you can't confuse me, bitches Great name, greater than all your riches Yah Dante Flaco Bey that's the business Repeat, I rebuke these snitches We know the truth, you can't confuse me, bitches Strong magic that bust all your wishes Cherokee Chief rock upon cha rock it don't stop And let's get Yes (background in Arabic: Mashallah Translation: As Allah has willed) You're now rockin' with the Def Lararara Oh Oh Oh Oh It's like heartbeat, you make me feel So... REAL Super magic, black origin, freshly out of dopeness Definitely out of dopeness, sketch another opus Knock off your set, Brooklyn we keep 'em open Again again Super magic, black origin, freshly out of dopeness Definitely out of dopeness, sketch another opus Knock off your set, come close and get 'em open Get it here, let it go! Ectasy The heavens expand the stars advance feel the boogieman Nice! Magic! |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Have fun y'all
Have fun y'all The city breathing all down your neck Bad news and good dough special effects And reality's teeth Bright, black, sicker than deep Who ain't shy of the pain? Who ain't shy of the pleasure just the same? Life is a game I heard the homie say Well I came to win so I'm not here to play Have fun (Get it, get it) Don't stop Ecstatic Fantastic Wild People Bad news and good dough Powder, potion, pills, smoke Baby, how you trying to go? Duro o dulce, fast or slow? Yay, no? It's OK you can have it your way love It ain't all good but baby I'm cool Feeling great, feeling good how are you? 10% Condition, 90% response Survival mathematics the number mad song Old dads drop the jewels so pure When the times get raw, there's something I recall Sometimes I don't remember it at all And it gets stormed by the weather with no umbrella Sky release pressure and the ground get wetter My outfit f'd up Could'a looked fresher But guess what? The hell with parade day rain Tsunami and sunshine a vomit is the same Life is a game I heard the homie say Well I came to win Dante Get it get it Bey! Get it get it Brooklyn Get it get it Ecstatic Don't Stop E'day People Bad news and good dough Powder, potion, pills, smoke Baby, how you trying to go? Duro o dulce, fast or slow? Yay, no? It's OK you can have it your way love Nasty times, but baby I'm cool Feeling great, feeling good Ey'day Every day Having a good time Every day Having a good time Every day Bey! Having a good time every day That's cool... |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
In Arabic: La ilaha illallahl
Translation: There is no god but Allah When... all... is... said... and... done... there's... only... one Cash and carry legendary Sagitarri(us) style's wary And it's very necessary get it clearly Never scary barely worried bright and early Bald head straight or curly mundane other worldly No chain now the jewelry that jackers can't snatch The gingerbread the slave masters can't catch Blat! Now put your minds on that Get real or get back quit frontin and face facts The old timers say we're living in the final days Gun smoke young folks living any kind of way Gangster holiday greedy snakes and hideaways Meanwhile soldiers take it straight through their armor plates Crash hit the market gates marvels of the modern age Access is instant and treachery is commonplace I sense the dangers and I'm not afraid Because when all is said and done there's only ONE Man up playboy playing the game boy Pull back spectacular aim boy Say what you say boy whoever could make noise In wide range often the same voice Conduct an arrangement with definite language It's pure inspiration for these generations Speak true free love [? ] Because when all is said and done there's only ONE And the one can done so cool Schooling the young like Rev. Run ("whose house? ") Quote Pac tell 'em keep they heads up And when the pressure comes down press back and press up Fret not ghetto world guess what God is on your side the devil is a lie The Empire holds all the gold and the guns But when all is said and done there's only... In Arabic: La ilaha illallahl Translation: There is no god but Allah B.O.O.G.I.E.M.A.N |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
Ground rules
I'll give you all the diamonds and money But you can't break my heart Cause that'll just get you fired And everybody needs a job Work is scarce competition is fierce Fonzi frontin' in the new leather like they don't care Word? Let's get you an award for that performance Winner in the category for the best boring Tell the tough guys we tougher than tough times And needles in the nerves to make the tighten up unwind One time, for locking out the light in your eyes You're searching for your perfect one Broken down from getting at all To take it however it comes Plain day you the specialist one Oh me oh my! I'll give you all the milk and the honey But you can't break my heart Cause that'll just get you fired Sloppy worker get your pay grade bust Work is scarce skilled working is rare Fonzi fronting at the job site Primpping up they hair Word? Well tell them only staff could drink they coffee Walking papers hit the office Sleep late tomorrow morning Tell the tough guys we're tougher than tough times And nerves don't snap when the clock touch crunch time That's right we're tougher than tough times From been narrow wind To the clock just unwind Fa sho' we tougher than tough times My proof don't need to lie My tighten up don't unwind Sunshine Lifting up the light in your eyes You're gazing at your perfect one Broken down from never at all To better than you could ever want Great day I know that you had to come Oh me oh my I'll give you all the diamonds and money But you can't break my heart Cause that'll just get you fired And you're doing such a beautiful job |
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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 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 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 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 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 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 3집 - True Magic (2006)
A night where beautiful life is real
The mathematic to acting still The unfamiliar the warm embrace The family ties and the stranger's face The lighting thunder the power steed The what it is and the what is believed The strong connections desire to need The waking now or the moment to dream The laugh the murmur the moan and the scream The voice of reason somewhere in between The one and all the me and the we The I and I the thou and the thee A man a design a child of the streets The daily chore the impossible feat The drum the chorus phenomenal beat Easy to touch and the harder to reach The sweetest fruit in the top of the tree The sun the moon the stars and the breeze I'm coming to it, and it's coming to me I'm getting ready |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
A night where beautiful life is real
The mathematic to acting still The unfamiliar the warm embrace The family ties and the stranger's face The lighting thunder the power steed The what it is and the what is believed The strong connections desire to need The waking now or the moment to dream The laugh the murmur the moan and the scream The voice of reason somewhere in between The one and all the me and the we The I and I the thou and the thee A man a design a child of the streets The daily chore the impossible feat The drum the chorus phenomenal beat Easy to touch and the harder to reach The sweetest fruit in the top of the tree The sun the moon the stars and the breeze I'm coming to it, and it's coming to me I'm getting ready |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
This is a song, got two lyrics
Very simple and plain we can all sing together Nobody has to feel left out Join in, this is the song people need to be singing right now When they tell you you can't, you shouldn't, you won't Tell 'em this There is a way No matter what they say [Repeat: x4] Don't give up, don't give in [Repeat: x8] |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
This is a song, got two lyrics
Very simple and plain we can all sing together Nobody has to feel left out Join in, this is the song people need to be singing right now When they tell you you can't, you shouldn't, you won't Tell 'em this There is a way No matter what they say [Repeat: x4] Don't give up, don't give in [Repeat: x8] |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
Quick question...
You ever felt like the realest nigga alive? Felt too pretty or powerful to die? Tell the truth... You ever felt ugly enough to cry? Have you ever begged for mercy? Have you ever wished you died? Tell the truth... Have you ever taken pride in the crime? Been too hungry to break down or hide? Felt low down dirty? Or super duper high? Or contemplated murder, robbery, or suicide? Tell the truth... Taken medicine for trouble in your mind? Or taken down a number? For taking up a scheme? I made her wild, beautiful take her 'til she skeet? Take her to the penthouse or take her to the skreet? Tell the Truth... So the waterman he take it to the beat And I take it to the 'mic So we takin' what we like Take it to your neck We gon' take it to the bank Triple X, Killa K Black we take it to your face Like, G..."BANK BANK" [Chorus] Gangsta, birth sign is danger It's like thug is the drug That make 'em fall in love When love don't love nobody BANK, BANK Gangsta, star sign is danger It's like thug is the drug Ready rock, steady pump Man they leanin' and they fiendin' Cuz they can't get enough... The Dee-Jay play this song in the dance And every buggy on the block got the tune on blast The TV is like the radio with visuals too So shiny, so gutter, mean moody and cool Tell the truth... They might be doing things that you wanna' do You fantasize as they be living it through The big home with the beautiful view You have a swim in the pool, and get fresh And take a spin in the coupe Tell the truth... You probably want to feel the world in your palm While hold a gun in your hand And make 'em know you a star Tell the truth... And there's those who probably already are They well known in they zone Or they town or they block Tell the truth... Then there's the rest who are usually not And the heavy dose of thug feel like all that they got So they ready to rock...R-r-rock... Ha, ha, heh [Chorus] Gangsta, birth sign is danger It's like thug is the drug That make 'em fall in love When love don't love nobody [Gunshots, screaming] Gangsta, star sign is danger It's like thug is the drug Ready rock, steady pump Man they leanin' and they fiendin' Cuz they can't get enough... [beat rides out] |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
[Intro]
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem Def on the speak Epic on the beat [Verse 1] Champion chronicle, M Def remarkable A breeze through the street Like the most potent ganja fume The non-stoppable 'A' article arsenal True legendary Zulu Johnny stomper dude Held responsible, bright, black, phenomenal M mastered the magical, ceremony classical Black hand touch the intangible, strong hold And get *'em all* with or without the barcode Y'all know, who stay frontin' like y'all don't Stay gone, brother stay home keep the K close At the crime court keep a case low Flaco got to keep *a face* though Baby, make no mistake about it I remember them days without it Vibrated a major wattage My gate safe and solid My flow translate to major dollars New ways and options New days new plagues and problems News page all the rave about him "It's so good, so hood, nothin' changed about him" You know... [Chorus] It just gets better with time It's like a greater later winner eve-ry time I got the will and the skill That the building can't kill, that's real Who that? The Undeniable True that, the most incredible Your M deffer, the Undeniable [Verse 2] Cool ways are the sake of my time I get paid even if they don't pay me no mind, you know... The days and times be frustrating the mind They youngbloods But discover such danger they shine, its so... Necessary that I come with the raw The magnetic, the sure, the most magical pure, *G Bank*... So bear witness to the actual fact It's no trick or a magical act Supernatural black, Dante this exclusively style Spread love baby move it around You know... [Chorus] It just gettin better with time It's like a greater later winner eve-ry time I got the will and the skill That the building can't kill, that's real Who that? The Undeniable True that, the most incredible Your M deffer, the Undeniable [Outro] Ture Magic True Magic True Magic Magic... Bank...(shh shh shh...) It just gettin better with time... I got the will and the skill... That's real... The Undeniable... M Def... (Ha ha ha) Don't Stop...Keep on [Boogeyman] Yes sir, yes ma'am, yes y'all. |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
[Intro]
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem Def on the speak Epic on the beat [Verse 1] Champion chronicle, M Def remarkable A breeze through the street Like the most potent ganja fume The non-stoppable 'A' article arsenal True legendary Zulu Johnny stomper dude Held responsible, bright, black, phenomenal M mastered the magical, ceremony classical Black hand touch the intangible, strong hold And get *'em all* with or without the barcode Y'all know, who stay frontin' like y'all don't Stay gone, brother stay home keep the K close At the crime court keep a case low Flaco got to keep *a face* though Baby, make no mistake about it I remember them days without it Vibrated a major wattage My gate safe and solid My flow translate to major dollars New ways and options New days new plagues and problems News page all the rave about him "It's so good, so hood, nothin' changed about him" You know... [Chorus] It just gets better with time It's like a greater later winner eve-ry time I got the will and the skill That the building can't kill, that's real Who that? The Undeniable True that, the most incredible Your M deffer, the Undeniable [Verse 2] Cool ways are the sake of my time I get paid even if they don't pay me no mind, you know... The days and times be frustrating the mind They youngbloods But discover such danger they shine, its so... Necessary that I come with the raw The magnetic, the sure, the most magical pure, *G Bank*... So bear witness to the actual fact It's no trick or a magical act Supernatural black, Dante this exclusively style Spread love baby move it around You know... [Chorus] It just gettin better with time It's like a greater later winner eve-ry time I got the will and the skill That the building can't kill, that's real Who that? The Undeniable True that, the most incredible Your M deffer, the Undeniable [Outro] Ture Magic True Magic True Magic Magic... Bank...(shh shh shh...) It just gettin better with time... I got the will and the skill... That's real... The Undeniable... M Def... (Ha ha ha) Don't Stop...Keep on [Boogeyman] Yes sir, yes ma'am, yes y'all. |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
You are the one
You are the one Other brothers just don't know You got to feel me on this one man So real I'm so sin-serious about it, you know? I know, I know more than a few is gonna relate So much more than a few (fa-really real) So much more (on the really real!) When it started I knew it was trouble But you know me Them "hard an' e'rythings" can't hold me I need some shit straight out the movies -DRAMA! Warm to the touch, hot mama You put me all in like launch jeans and scama You was Mrs. Mine So fine Went from "we gonna conquer it all" To "nigga I'ma see you in court" I woulda never thought (damn) I guess I better think again (you know?) OK, now the shit is really sinking in We ain't just divorced We ain't even fucking friends Cause in the end it was all about the ends But fuck that I know it gotta be more to it Held up with bitter hate with crosses all through it And when I looked, what did I see? You on the other end crying like me Expression on your face like, "how could this be?" That's what I'm asking, "what the fuck happened?" How could all the magic and passion just vanish (c'mon) Went from outsanding, to makin' me shout, "Dammit!" Can't explain the changes, behavior's is outlandish Now I'm just stuck in the road feeling stranded I'm in the dark wishing for the answers On some ol' "Biggie gimme one more chance" shit When we met your face so brown Ya ass so round, of course I'm so down Wish I knew then what the fuck I know now Couldn't read the signs in the road: "SLOW DOWN!" I'm too deep in the road now Got me pulling over getting smoked out Fighting tears that I can't hold down Can't believe it, this fucka' got me weeping I keep it a secret so my friends won't peep it (live man?) But late in the evening I'm up, my chest heaving I'm reaching in the dark and I'm looking for the reason (WHY!) Did our love have to die? You and I were so fucking fly Can't get it off my mind The things that made me smile now make me cry You are the one FUCK YOU!! I wish we never met, I wish we never kissed I wish we never touched (I swear to God) I wish I didn't love you so much I wish I could forget how feel, how you f- (Damn) That's a lie The shit that made me smile, now make me cry You are the one You're the one! FUCK YOU!! Sometime I wish we'd come back Man, I wish we'd come back No lie For real Fuck that No, for real It's a dangerous necessity, it's a world famous mystery Love That's it Peace. |
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from Mos Def 3집 - True Magic (2006)
What it is, what you want?
Live your life right Make the beat the bump It's like one for the treble Two for the bass Three for the pretty babies up in the place The undeniable Come to the party in a B-boy stance I rock on the mic And the world wanna dance Fly like a dove That come from up above I'm rockin on the mic And you can call me Mos love Little homie you can call it what you want But you can't call it weak And you can't call it chump And looking like that Babe you need to call me up Seven eighteen D-a-n-t-e, one what? These jokers don't want none And all the pretty mommies want some Tell 'em come BK do it how Biggie say Spread love R. Harrison, throw it on get 'em up Dispirit and raw till they can't get enough Haters get it twisted Real niggaz get it done Buck down like a live round Not a dum dum, bop bop And you know, you know (make 'em say) (No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now) Yea, the undeniable (There ain't no future in fronting So just love me now) Yea, the undeniable So I start a flow just want y'all to know just who your listening to Black Dante So listen let me tell ya Who I am, and how I do The undeniable Respect a foundation that they can't hold And it's bullet, shatter, and earthquake proof See how I drop the jewel It's the golden rule A-B-C Always be cool They need to teach it at every school It's the A-B-Y Always be you Def, and I always been true Real, true Skill, true Ill Ghetto world I know exactly how it feels (Some go work, and some go steal) Children grow, women produce And we rock on no matter what what you do (No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now) Yea, the undeniable (There ain't no future in fronting So just love me now) Yea, the undeniable Yea, the undeniable, spread love y'all 6x spread love, it's the Brooklyn way 13x spread love, [alternating] every day, Brooklyn way, can't deny, no matter how hard you try [Singing] can't deny, can't deny, can't deny spread love you can give us a one Uh, What it is, what you want Get your mind right It's the beat to bump It's like one for the treble, two for the bass Make no mistake, you are rockin with Black Dante The undeniable Ha, Yea, The undeniable Fantastic Raw, dynamic, and real You got the feel Yea, the undeniable Spread love Undeniable Spread love Yeah, the undeniable Brooklyn way So good to you So hood to you. |
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from The Fast And The Furious : Tokyo Drift [ost] (2006)
At the starting of the week At summit talks you'll hear them speak It's only Monday Negotiations breaking down See those leaders start to frown It's sword and gun day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late You could be sitting taking lunch The news will hit you like a punch It's only Tuesday You never thought we'd go to war After all the things we saw It's April Fools' day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Tomorrow never comes until it's too late You hear a whistling overhead Are you alive or are you dead? It's only Thursday You feel a shaking on the ground A billion candles burn around Is it your birthday? Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Make tomorrow come I think it's too late |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
I don't wanna write this down, [world... premiere] I wanna tell you how I feel right now [world... premiere] I don't wanna take no time to write this down, [world... premiere] I wanna tell you how I feel right now, hey [world... premiere] Tomorrow may never come For you or me Life is not promised Tomorrow may never show up For you and me This life is not promised I ain't no perfect man I'm trying to do, the best that I can, With what it is I have I ain't no perfect man I'm trying to do, the best that I can, With what it is I have Put my heart and soul into this song [yes yes] I hope you feel me )From where I am, to wherever you are I mean that sincerely Tomorrow may never come For and me Life is not promised Tomorrow may never appear You better hold this very moment very close to you [right now] Very close to you [right now] So close to you, So- close to you [your moment in history is right now!] Don't be affraid, to let it shine My Umi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see My Abi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see [I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My Abi said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My Umi said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people to be free, to be free...] Sometimes I get discouraged I look around and, things are so weak People are so weak Sometimes, Sometimes I feel like crying Sometimes my heart gets heavy Sometimes I just want to leave and fly away [fly fly fly, like a dove] Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself [ow!] Passion takes over me I feel like a man Going insane Losing my brain Trying to maintain Doing my thang Hey hey hey hey hey Put my heart and soul into this y'all I hope you feel me Where I am, to wherever you are [ha ha ha ha] Sometimes I don't want to be bothered Sometimes I just want a quiet life, with Me and my babies, me and my lady Sometimes I don't want to get into no war [Black people to be free, to be free...] Sometimes I don't wanna be a soldier Sometimes I just wanna be a man, but Umi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see My Abi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see [I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My dreamers(?) said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people] My elders said shine your light on the world [Hey hey] Shine your light for the world to see I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free All my people to be free, to be free, to be free Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free That's all that matters to me (x7) Black people unite and let's all get down Gotta have what, Gotta have that love Peace and understanding One God, one light One man, one voice, one mic Black people unite come on and do it right Black people unite come on and do it right Black people unite come on and get down Gotta have what, Love, peace and understanding One God, one voice, one life One man, gon' shine my light Black people unite, now hop up and do it right Black people unite, now come on and do it right Yeah baby that's what I like Yeah baby that's what I like Yeah baby that's what I like... [Black people, my people....] |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
(Mos Def)
Yeah, ha ha ha A-B-boys rock the world CD's and tapes help generate papes E-F is the important Def G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC Roll off the tongue like L-M-N-O-P And when I am done you will agree Mos Def represent most definitely Jesus what I used to rock it in '83 Drank up all the Kool-Aid at the block party Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady Wash this be the brown shoe on TV But now it's not dis and it's on like THIS My name is Mos Def, this is good as it gets Baby I make you rub your lips like sardines and grits My what still hits even when the record skip Even when the record skip Even when the record skip I don't quit, I don't quit We bout to make this one a sure hit Sean J. make the party people feel it (Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to introduce a very Interesting young man that has traveled from very far Away to be with us tonight) (Mos Def) Ha ha ha, what uh-huh There is such a place, that creates such a melody BROOKLYN No ladies it's a ?living G?, it's a living G, it's a living G LOVE LIKE THIS Recognize all area crew, whether you speak Japanese or Goony Goo Goo Son when I come through, other rappers boo-hoo Cuz they know they style's soft like baby doo-doo I will continue, to hit like a fifth of stolen Naya Puttin jokers on ice to get the cream like Breyer No secret, Mos Def is the one that hunts a Mya I get in my stance and set the dance on FIRE Spread out my wings and I take the world HIGHER Peace to the fam magnetic in the Chi Job-on, top Sean and my man Ahtu And all my other clan who reside in the Zoo Got a celebrated oatmeal broadcast crew Mos Def gon keep it naked like Um Fu-Fu (EDDIE!!) Put it here to the tape like crazy glue So when they bounce out of speakers they stick to you The way that I communicate is non-typical But high level like a 3-D visual I hold the mic extensive, exhibit level and dimension I radiate the space like a up-right bass Son I leave crews laced and escape wit no trace Sound official like the finish time at a horse race Here to put it in place, for the nine-uno-seis Mos Def set the pace, make your fam give chase Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific It's like that and you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic B-BOY, scientific y'all You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm bust it Baby it's in my chromosomes to ROCK Microphones sets who wanna test the M-O Best to leave that *nigga* alone I make no bones or poems about droppin bars I make the world full swing under the Mos Def YES I ring the alarm like tennis sore My style hella-raw, I keep it raw bone like Skeletor And you should go and tell your clientele That they need to get The Message like Melle Mel I got the -- locked like a Death Row show And if I ain't a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (ding ding) So tell your boy, (what) crew to retire Before I make they *ass* catch fire like Richard Pryor Nondescriptive fiendin for riches, callin earths *bitches* But most of y'all brothers is livin wit your mothers Your Boogie Man yankin up your covers Sharper than some new box cutters, on Parkay's and butters And Stevie Wonder's, to make you run and tell the others The beat lovers, and play my jam like the numbers Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat I'm bout to tap it on your shoulder cuz you got to know Now raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific Like that, and you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic B-BOY, (hooo!!) scientific You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm you don't stop Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific Like that, and you don't stop It go onto the rhythm you don't stop Now raise your hands in the air everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic in a b-boy stance |
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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 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 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 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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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 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 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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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)
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 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 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 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 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 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Sex love and money, fun Brooklyn,. Sex love and money, get up, come Danger!! You are now rockin with the best Black darts exclusive, fire in the dark Fire in the dark, ghetto let this spark! Huh! Freaky black beauty with the party pal Where you work it out got me fiendin bam! I hit the G ready for the street Heavy, ghetto sweet breezing through the evening bam! I'm on the lounge path for the warm blast Got the john shaft cocked back and loaded bamm! I beat it, word john! Body awesome Is the way that you come that got me goin bam I'm on the back streets rollin I'm playin back all the magic moments, don't front You know I got'cha,know I got'cha You sneaky freaky, but I know about'cha, know about'cha You straight dope, I can't do without'cha, go without'cha Lay back and relax you mind I'm bout to double the doses in half the time Ha! Master physical, master mind You play it quiet but in private that ass is mine, huh! We body rockin the last of time And then we, we body rockin the last of time And then we, body rockin the last of time And then we, her body rockin huh, her body rockin Now shell on 1 deep it ain't nobody steppin Honey shell on 10 deep it ain't nobody steppin Thousand shell or hundred deep, I'm there the body rockin, come on! I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself Whoooa ... whaaa ohh whaaa! Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black Freaky freaky black, freaky freaky black Sex love and money, fun Brooklyn, Sex love and money come Fun temperature's risin Freaky black beauty pretty purse and blouse Where you took it out got me leanin'bam! I hit the streets easy in my seat Lighting on my feet breezy like the evening bam! I'm on the lunch pack feel the warm blast Boogie john shaft cocked and loaded bamm! Top and bottom, Body awesome is the way that you come that got me goin bam! I'm on the back roads rollin (rollin) I'm playin back all the magic moments, don't front She know I got'cha,know I got'cha You sneaky freaky, but I know about'cha, know about'cha You goog hurricane, go without'cha, go without'cha Lay back and relax you mind I'm bout to, double the doses in half the time, huh! Master physical, master mind You play it quiet but in private a-ha a-ha!, huh! We body rockin the last of time And then we, we body rockin the last of time And then we, we body rockin the last of time And then we, the body rockin huh, the body rockin huh The body rockin huh, the body rockin huh, the body rockin huh The body rockin says, DON'T STOP THE BODY ROCK! I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself Whoooa ... whaaa ohh whaaa! Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black Freaky freaky black, freaky freaky black Sex love and money, fun Brooklyn, sex love and money come Fun temperature's risin DANGER!! Ain't gotta say no more |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
(Let the sun shine) Yeah yeah its a brand new day y'all (Let the sunshine in) Turn me up in the top a little bit dog Little do you know, y'all gonna hear this one (The suns shinin') Loud and clear, bright and early Listen .. I don't hate players, I don't love the game I'm the shot clock, way above the game To be point blank with you motherfuck the game I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play You can show the little shorties how you pump and fake But dog, Not to def, I'm not impressed I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude I'm grown man business, and I am not in school Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll Style fresh, like I'm still a day old And it's been like that since the day yo On more time than a Roley, or Seiko Step on deck, your neck do what I say so Get up or get out, get down or lay low (Let the sun shine) Standing in the shadow of a fabulous man Brooklyn nigga I am, Black Dante (Let the sunshine in) That nigga, that dude Black People, Lets Move (The suns shinin') Shout out to my man Talib Kweli, yes We on top-a top-a, shout-a shout-a Check it out .. Slim nigga that casts a big shadow Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow Got more skill, more aim, and more ammo You can get it all from a big or small barrel Like, hail Mary, full of grace Niggaz come in and shoot up the place And make you pull up your face The deck, I'm a pull out the ace From the jungles of the empire state where it ain't no escape, 247, 718 And thats like every night, every day From the place that I settle and stay To the states, I'm collecting my pay Blast off then I'm back to the K Hold it down so my family straight Represent in a family way Pro ball not for amateur play Been raw since the amateur stage Before the press had the cameras raised 2 - Mos Def + (Sample) (Let the sun shine) Like a long time man of the way You understanding me straight (Let the sunshine in) Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence Its what it is, what it is And thats what it is, you see? (The suns shinin') Ha, Fire .. - Mos Def Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper Stronger reception and sharper picture Revolve around God, and involve with niggaz These elements I perform my scripture And make Mos Def a classic modern figure Brooklyn it don't matter if you holler or whisper Your coming through clan, 'cause I'm right here wit'cha Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya Yo, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggaz Rebel guerrillas the ghetto civilians Y'all 'gon feel it from the first to the millionth It's extra, ordinary and plain I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game By the time you get where I'm standing, I'll be gone Y'all make moves, but y'all just move on (Let the sun shine) I move in, and y'all must move on Cause I move to strong And I know what my feet move for (Let the sunshine in) Made it go without a brand new car Made it fresh without a brand new song And give a fuck about what brand you are (The suns shining') I'm concerned what type of man you are What your principles and standards are You understand me y'all Be good to your family y'all No matter where your families are Cause everybody needs family y'all Raise a hand, you understand me y'all Everybody needs family y'all Be good to your families dog Understand, no matter where your families are Everybody needs family dog Raise a hand, you understand me pa Thats what it is...thats my man Family and my family Pencil Pete My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls All of those who still in the struggle Masada Malia, Son Dial la, Magic Mel (Let the sun shine) Life is real To all the real soldiers, black people (Let the sunshine in) We family y'all (The suns shining') Let it be bright .. |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
(Let the sun shine) Yeah yeah its a brand new day y'all (Let the sunshine in) Turn me up in the top a little bit dog Little do you know, y'all gonna hear this one (The suns shinin') Loud and clear, bright and early Listen .. I don't hate players, I don't love the game I'm the shot clock, way above the game To be point blank with you motherfuck the game I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play You can show the little shorties how you pump and fake But dog, Not to def, I'm not impressed I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude I'm grown man business, and I am not in school Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll Style fresh, like I'm still a day old And it's been like that since the day yo On more time than a Roley, or Seiko Step on deck, your neck do what I say so Get up or get out, get down or lay low (Let the sun shine) Standing in the shadow of a fabulous man Brooklyn nigga I am, Black Dante (Let the sunshine in) That nigga, that dude Black People, Lets Move (The suns shinin') Shout out to my man Talib Kweli, yes We on top-a top-a, shout-a shout-a Check it out .. Slim nigga that casts a big shadow Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow Got more skill, more aim, and more ammo You can get it all from a big or small barrel Like, hail Mary, full of grace Niggaz come in and shoot up the place And make you pull up your face The deck, I'm a pull out the ace From the jungles of the empire state where it ain't no escape, 247, 718 And thats like every night, every day From the place that I settle and stay To the states, I'm collecting my pay Blast off then I'm back to the K Hold it down so my family straight Represent in a family way Pro ball not for amateur play Been raw since the amateur stage Before the press had the cameras raised 2 - Mos Def + (Sample) (Let the sun shine) Like a long time man of the way You understanding me straight (Let the sunshine in) Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence Its what it is, what it is And thats what it is, you see? (The suns shinin') Ha, Fire .. - Mos Def Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper Stronger reception and sharper picture Revolve around God, and involve with niggaz These elements I perform my scripture And make Mos Def a classic modern figure Brooklyn it don't matter if you holler or whisper Your coming through clan, 'cause I'm right here wit'cha Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya Yo, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggaz Rebel guerrillas the ghetto civilians Y'all 'gon feel it from the first to the millionth It's extra, ordinary and plain I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game By the time you get where I'm standing, I'll be gone Y'all make moves, but y'all just move on (Let the sun shine) I move in, and y'all must move on Cause I move to strong And I know what my feet move for (Let the sunshine in) Made it go without a brand new car Made it fresh without a brand new song And give a fuck about what brand you are (The suns shining') I'm concerned what type of man you are What your principles and standards are You understand me y'all Be good to your family y'all No matter where your families are Cause everybody needs family y'all Raise a hand, you understand me y'all Everybody needs family y'all Be good to your families dog Understand, no matter where your families are Everybody needs family dog Raise a hand, you understand me pa Thats what it is...thats my man Family and my family Pencil Pete My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls All of those who still in the struggle Masada Malia, Son Dial la, Magic Mel (Let the sun shine) Life is real To all the real soldiers, black people (Let the sunshine in) We family y'all (The suns shining') Let it be bright .. |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Woman you know I love you Woman you know just how I feel You try to tell me that you don't know When I know you know the deal Woman you know I love you Woman you know I care ... hey You try to say I'm running game You try to say baby you don't play fair Oh darling If there is any doubt in your mind I want you to be sure ... heeeey If you don't ever see me again I want you to be sure That I love you Oh girl Oh baby I love you Darling I love you ... hey Oh darling I love you ... hey (Turn the lights down low) (Turn the lights down low) Oh baby You got to understand how I feel You need to understand where I'm coming from Aint no need to be afraid Aint no need to get up and run Oh darling Oh girl you know I love you Oh darling You know I know I love you Oh baby If you never see me again I need you to be sure From this moment right now Till for ever more Said I love you Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you ... babyyyy Woman I love you Woman I love you Woman I love you AAAAAAHHHHHH ... Woman I love you |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
What it is, what it is, what it is What it is What it is, what it is, what it is What it is See me, want me, give me, trust me Feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me This whole world is cold and ugly What we are is low and lovely I am the most beautiful boogie man The most beautiful boogie man Let me be your favorite nightmare Close your eyes and ill be right there While...Open...All...Over...A-gain See me, touch me, give me, want me Feed me, fuck me, trust me, love me This whole world is cold and ugly What we are is low and lovely I am the most beautiful boogie man The most beautiful boogie man Let me be your favorite nightmare Close your eyes and ill be right there While...Open...All...Over...A-gain...Ag-ain Ag-a-in [Fades Out] |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
What it is, what it is, what it is
What it is What it is, what it is, what it is What it is See me, want me, give me, trust me Feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me This whole world is cold and ugly What we are is low and lovely I am the most beautiful boogie man The most beautiful boogie man Let me be your favorite nightmare Close your eyes and ill be right there While...Open...All...Over...A-gain See me, touch me, give me, want me Feed me, fuck me, trust me, love me This whole world is cold and ugly What we are is low and lovely I am the most beautiful boogie man The most beautiful boogie man Let me be your favorite nightmare Close your eyes and ill be right there While...Open...All...Over...A-gain...Ag-ain Ag-a-in [Fades Out] |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
You turn me up a lil'.. I'm gettin a lotta , alotta music Add me more voice here, yeah, yeah Even more, even more, even more A Black Johnson, exclusive Pop up! Pop up, pop up, pop up, pop up, pop up! Aahhh! <i>[Hook 1]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it...and you can get it! Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! You can get it! <i>[Mos Def]</i> They want a nigga that done change their life Fuck 'em,and feed 'em, and buy 'em all the things, he like: shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight You say: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Bright eyes and the pretty long hair, oh yeah Body all there, oh yeah You wanna reach me call here Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it Though I believe what I'm sayin, yeah well I believe I can spit it so good that they will And that's real And that's all Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! <i>[Hook 2]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Raise your hands and we doin now with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Put it up if you wanna (be) down with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Throw it up if you wanna (be) down with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Haaaa. <i>[Mos Def]</i> They want a nigga that done change in life Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like: You smile bright and ya game is tight Huh! You smile bright and ya game is tight Let me know whatcha doin' tonight Y-E-A, YEAH! Huh, yeah! Huh, yeah! Huh! Y-E-A, YEAH! Y-E-A, YEAH! <i>[Mos Def]</i> Huh, they want a nigga that done changed in life Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like Shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight Now baby: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Bright eyes and the pretty long hair, oh yeah Body all there,yeah oh yeah You wanna reach me call here Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! <i>[Hook 3]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Raise your hands if you wanna (be) down with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Throw ya hands let me know how you feelin <i>[Mos Def]</i> Belly to belly then up in the dance You got the things that I like to touch Get close cuz I like to touch Uhhhhhhhn, so much! Belly to belly then we up in the club Don't hate baby show some love Let me know what's on your mind Get close let me start to grind Hun, what's on your mind And get close and we start to grind Make me feel so... oohhh! <i>[Hook 4]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! You can get it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Is you with it? Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Ghetto rock for all y'all niggaz Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! <i>[Mos Def]</i> Hun! See Huh, they want a nigga that done changed their life Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like Shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight Now baby: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it The bright eyes and the long or short hair, oh yeah The body all there, mama oh yeah You wanna reach me call here 7-1-8, Y-E-A, Y-E-AAAAAA-H! Uhhh uhhhh. Uuhh uhhh I like it, I see it, I want it uhh uhh I like it, I see it, u got it uhh uhh, let's do it I like it, you got it,uhh uhh I see it I like it, you got it uhh uhh lets do it I like it, you got it uhh uhh I see it, I like it you got it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Say Y-E-A, YEAH YEAH Y-E-A, yeah yeah! <i>[repeat]</i> <i>[Outro]</i> Brooklyn! I say.. oohh ...ahhh Oooh, aahh Belly to belly you and I up in the dance Don't be shy while we raise your hands Belly to belly you and I up in the grind Let me know what's on your mind Gz y-e-a ....(yeah)..Owwwwwwh!!!! Y-E-A...(yeah yeah..) ooh oh ho ohh! Y-E-A... (yeah yeah..) Y-E-A... right away, right away.. BOOGIE MAN! BOOGIE MAN! BOOGIE MAN.. |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
You turn me up a lil'.. I'm gettin a lotta , alotta music Add me more voice here, yeah, yeah Even more, even more, even more A Black Johnson, exclusive Pop up! Pop up, pop up, pop up, pop up, pop up! Aahhh! <i>[Hook 1]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it...and you can get it! Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! You can get it! <i>[Mos Def]</i> They want a nigga that done change their life Fuck 'em,and feed 'em, and buy 'em all the things, he like: shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight You say: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Bright eyes and the pretty long hair, oh yeah Body all there, oh yeah You wanna reach me call here Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it Though I believe what I'm sayin, yeah well I believe I can spit it so good that they will And that's real And that's all Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! <i>[Hook 2]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Raise your hands and we doin now with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Put it up if you wanna (be) down with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Throw it up if you wanna (be) down with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Haaaa. <i>[Mos Def]</i> They want a nigga that done change in life Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like: You smile bright and ya game is tight Huh! You smile bright and ya game is tight Let me know whatcha doin' tonight Y-E-A, YEAH! Huh, yeah! Huh, yeah! Huh! Y-E-A, YEAH! Y-E-A, YEAH! <i>[Mos Def]</i> Huh, they want a nigga that done changed in life Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like Shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight Now baby: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Bright eyes and the pretty long hair, oh yeah Body all there,yeah oh yeah You wanna reach me call here Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! <i>[Hook 3]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Raise your hands if you wanna (be) down with it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Throw ya hands let me know how you feelin <i>[Mos Def]</i> Belly to belly then up in the dance You got the things that I like to touch Get close cuz I like to touch Uhhhhhhhn, so much! Belly to belly then we up in the club Don't hate baby show some love Let me know what's on your mind Get close let me start to grind Hun, what's on your mind And get close and we start to grind Make me feel so... oohhh! <i>[Hook 4]</i> Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! You can get it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Is you with it? Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Ghetto rock for all y'all niggaz Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! <i>[Mos Def]</i> Hun! See Huh, they want a nigga that done changed their life Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like Shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight Now baby: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it The bright eyes and the long or short hair, oh yeah The body all there, mama oh yeah You wanna reach me call here 7-1-8, Y-E-A, Y-E-AAAAAA-H! Uhhh uhhhh. Uuhh uhhh I like it, I see it, I want it uhh uhh I like it, I see it, u got it uhh uhh, let's do it I like it, you got it,uhh uhh I see it I like it, you got it uhh uhh lets do it I like it, you got it uhh uhh I see it, I like it you got it Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it! Say Y-E-A, YEAH YEAH Y-E-A, yeah yeah! <i>[repeat]</i> <i>[Outro]</i> Brooklyn! I say.. oohh ...ahhh Oooh, aahh Belly to belly you and I up in the dance Don't be shy while we raise your hands Belly to belly you and I up in the grind Let me know what's on your mind Gz y-e-a ....(yeah)..Owwwwwwh!!!! Y-E-A...(yeah yeah..) ooh oh ho ohh! Y-E-A... (yeah yeah..) Y-E-A... right away, right away.. BOOGIE MAN! BOOGIE MAN! BOOGIE MAN.. |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
I just want you to Relax Ease into it Baby slow down, just take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay Baby don't rush this, take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay I got so much that I want to do I just want to be close to you Okay I got so much that I want to do That I can show you better than I can say I don't wanna be no where but here No where in this atmosphere Stratosphere, ionosphere Ain't no sphere that's bright like here I don't wanna be no where but here No where in this atmosphere I'm good where I am Baby slow down, take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay, hey I got so much that I want to do I can show you better than I can say Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you I wanna show you Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you Oh baby, you make me feel so good Come let me take you by the hand Oh baby, you make me feel so good Let me show you how Let me show you how Let me show you now Let me show it out Let me show you how I wanna show ya how Let me show ya Let me show ya Let me show ya Let me show ya Let me show ya Ohh Baby slow down just take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay, hey I got so much that I want to do That I can show you better than I can say Enough talk and let's move Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
I just want you to
Relax Ease into it Baby slow down, just take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay Baby don't rush this, take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay I got so much that I want to do I just want to be close to you Okay I got so much that I want to do That I can show you better than I can say I don't wanna be no where but here No where in this atmosphere Stratosphere, ionosphere Ain't no sphere that's bright like here I don't wanna be no where but here No where in this atmosphere I'm good where I am Baby slow down, take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay, hey I got so much that I want to do I can show you better than I can say Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you I wanna show you Let me show you Let me show you Let me show you Oh baby, you make me feel so good Come let me take you by the hand Oh baby, you make me feel so good Let me show you how Let me show you how Let me show you now Let me show it out Let me show you how I wanna show ya how Let me show ya Let me show ya Let me show ya Let me show ya Let me show ya Ohh Baby slow down just take your time You and me goin' be here for a while Okay, hey I got so much that I want to do That I can show you better than I can say Enough talk and let's move Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on |
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from Mos Def 2집 - The New Danger (2004)
Listen All white men is runnin this rap shit Corporate force's runnin this rap shit Setae israli is runnin this rap shit We poke out the asses for a chance to cash in Cocaine, is runnin this rap shit 'Dro, 'yac and E-pills is runnin this rap shit The rape over, turn your face over nigga No god in disguise it's me, game over Hey lil souljahs you're ready for more? But don't ask what you're fighting for They thought that you sur--vived the gunfight, the drama, the stress You get in the line of fire we get the big ass cheques You gettin your choice to pimp Make your choice and fall in This is austral B I, take that cock in your behind, Beatch Hit the streets and perform for us Hold hard and bring it on to us, fucker I let you sip, comes an army, get a Mercedes And kick back and let you pay me, my Mack is crazy I leave the, knife and fist fight filled with glamour Yeah, take a picture what this platinum-plated the sledgehammer We over-do it add the fire and explosion to it We're so confused with one rap music Mtv, is runnin this rap shit Viacom is runnin this rap shit AOL and Time Warner runnin this rap shit We poke out the asses for a chance to cash in Cocaine, is runnin this rap shit Hennessey, is runnin this rap shit Quasi-homosexuals is runnin this rap shit Watch out we run the world That's it |
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