Fix Up Lyrics
| Song | Fix Up |
| Artist | Black Star |
| Album | Fix Up |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : T. Greene/D. Smith | |
| 作曲 : T. Greene/D. Smith | |
| [Intro: Yasiin Bey] | |
| Brilliance | |
| Nice, nice levels | |
| Thank you Mr. Taxton | |
| Fix up, look sharp, yo | |
| [Verse 1: Yasiin Bey] | |
| I resolve, me and mine involved | |
| A lot of cats talk live, they ain’t live at all | |
| Sideline check, hush when it’s time to ball | |
| Said you was charged an' all, I’m surprised at y'all | |
| You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes | |
| The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline | |
| Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time | |
| But weigh it up, duke – your pound ain’t a ounce of mine | |
| You’re down for mine, ashy and ground for mine | |
| Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine | |
| Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine | |
| Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine | |
| Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind | |
| Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light | |
| Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames | |
| Beautiful and fantastic things | |
| Like peace, equality; Allah see everything | |
| Don’t call it a comeback, I was home anyway | |
| Ain’t mister measure for all any time we been away | |
| Travelling man I carry home with me every day | |
| Bey, slim body push heavy weight | |
| Fix up look sharp, elevate | |
| And I don’t mean Copperfield or David Blaine | |
| We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star | |
| [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] | |
| The wait is over, or is it overweight | |
| The game is bloated, there’s no escape | |
| They sub-standard, we substantial | |
| We got the great names, they got the love handles | |
| We slimming down, trim the fat | |
| Sit it down with all that chitter-chat | |
| You talking this and that—simmer down | |
| Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son | |
| The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels | |
| I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does | |
| Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup | |
| People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug | |
| You doubted us, but you’re still hating – wow, I’m proud of ya! | |
| Committed to your cause and it’s caused you to be a sourpuss | |
| Ain’t a number that could measure your level of cowardice | |
| You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don’t get out enough | |
| Turn up the mother****ers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough | |
| Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us | |
| You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness | |
| Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us | |
| You tryna bust – you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug | |
| The populace is ignorant, thank you for reminding us | |
| Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards | |
| Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra | |
| [Hook: Mos Def & Talib Kweli] | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| [Verse 3: Yasiin Bey & Talib Kweli] | |
| Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art | |
| Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon | |
| Shut down Babylon Smash all automaton | |
| Feel the beat, Got 'em feeling geeked like it's Comic-Con | |
| Far from the hardy-har, more like a Tomahawk | |
| Rocket launch, Ali right cross knock they choppers off | |
| Kweli and Mr. Bey, Fresh not from concentrate | |
| Looking very sharp today, Thank you brother, Danke Schoen | |
| Craft working more than German engineering | |
| And all the frequency that don't adhere to interference | |
| Flashes of the spirit, Seekers of the clearing | |
| They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror | |
| Look, in that window is a freedom fighter’s grandson | |
| Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun | |
| Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate | |
| Messiah Pariah The leader of the syndicate | |
| Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship | |
| Same rows, two sides, Palaces and tenements | |
| Dispossessed native tongue noble open the lonely heart | |
| Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart | |
| Come together | |
| [Hook: Mos Def & Talib Kweli] | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up |
| zuo ci : T. Greene D. Smith | |
| zuo qu : T. Greene D. Smith | |
| Intro: Yasiin Bey | |
| Brilliance | |
| Nice, nice levels | |
| Thank you Mr. Taxton | |
| Fix up, look sharp, yo | |
| Verse 1: Yasiin Bey | |
| I resolve, me and mine involved | |
| A lot of cats talk live, they ain' t live at all | |
| Sideline check, hush when it' s time to ball | |
| Said you was charged an' all, I' m surprised at y' all | |
| You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes | |
| The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline | |
| Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time | |
| But weigh it up, duke your pound ain' t a ounce of mine | |
| You' re down for mine, ashy and ground for mine | |
| Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine | |
| Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine | |
| Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine | |
| Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind | |
| Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light | |
| Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames | |
| Beautiful and fantastic things | |
| Like peace, equality Allah see everything | |
| Don' t call it a comeback, I was home anyway | |
| Ain' t mister measure for all any time we been away | |
| Travelling man I carry home with me every day | |
| Bey, slim body push heavy weight | |
| Fix up look sharp, elevate | |
| And I don' t mean Copperfield or David Blaine | |
| We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star | |
| Verse 2: Talib Kweli | |
| The wait is over, or is it overweight | |
| The game is bloated, there' s no escape | |
| They substandard, we substantial | |
| We got the great names, they got the love handles | |
| We slimming down, trim the fat | |
| Sit it down with all that chitterchat | |
| You talking this and that simmer down | |
| Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son | |
| The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels | |
| I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does | |
| Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup | |
| People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug | |
| You doubted us, but you' re still hating wow, I' m proud of ya! | |
| Committed to your cause and it' s caused you to be a sourpuss | |
| Ain' t a number that could measure your level of cowardice | |
| You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don' t get out enough | |
| Turn up the mother ers, the speakers ain' t nearly loud enough | |
| Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us | |
| You had enough, callous as shallow and narrowmindedness | |
| Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us | |
| You tryna bust you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug | |
| The populace is ignorant, thank you for reminding us | |
| Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards | |
| Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra | |
| Hook: Mos Def Talib Kweli | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Verse 3: Yasiin Bey Talib Kweli | |
| Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art | |
| Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon | |
| Shut down Babylon Smash all automaton | |
| Feel the beat, Got ' em feeling geeked like it' s ComicCon | |
| Far from the hardyhar, more like a Tomahawk | |
| Rocket launch, Ali right cross knock they choppers off | |
| Kweli and Mr. Bey, Fresh not from concentrate | |
| Looking very sharp today, Thank you brother, Danke Schoen | |
| Craft working more than German engineering | |
| And all the frequency that don' t adhere to interference | |
| Flashes of the spirit, Seekers of the clearing | |
| They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror | |
| Look, in that window is a freedom fighter' s grandson | |
| Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun | |
| Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate | |
| Messiah Pariah The leader of the syndicate | |
| Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship | |
| Same rows, two sides, Palaces and tenements | |
| Dispossessed native tongue noble open the lonely heart | |
| Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart | |
| Come together | |
| Hook: Mos Def Talib Kweli | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up |
| zuò cí : T. Greene D. Smith | |
| zuò qǔ : T. Greene D. Smith | |
| Intro: Yasiin Bey | |
| Brilliance | |
| Nice, nice levels | |
| Thank you Mr. Taxton | |
| Fix up, look sharp, yo | |
| Verse 1: Yasiin Bey | |
| I resolve, me and mine involved | |
| A lot of cats talk live, they ain' t live at all | |
| Sideline check, hush when it' s time to ball | |
| Said you was charged an' all, I' m surprised at y' all | |
| You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes | |
| The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline | |
| Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time | |
| But weigh it up, duke your pound ain' t a ounce of mine | |
| You' re down for mine, ashy and ground for mine | |
| Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine | |
| Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine | |
| Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine | |
| Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind | |
| Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light | |
| Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames | |
| Beautiful and fantastic things | |
| Like peace, equality Allah see everything | |
| Don' t call it a comeback, I was home anyway | |
| Ain' t mister measure for all any time we been away | |
| Travelling man I carry home with me every day | |
| Bey, slim body push heavy weight | |
| Fix up look sharp, elevate | |
| And I don' t mean Copperfield or David Blaine | |
| We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star | |
| Verse 2: Talib Kweli | |
| The wait is over, or is it overweight | |
| The game is bloated, there' s no escape | |
| They substandard, we substantial | |
| We got the great names, they got the love handles | |
| We slimming down, trim the fat | |
| Sit it down with all that chitterchat | |
| You talking this and that simmer down | |
| Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son | |
| The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels | |
| I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does | |
| Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup | |
| People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug | |
| You doubted us, but you' re still hating wow, I' m proud of ya! | |
| Committed to your cause and it' s caused you to be a sourpuss | |
| Ain' t a number that could measure your level of cowardice | |
| You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don' t get out enough | |
| Turn up the mother ers, the speakers ain' t nearly loud enough | |
| Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us | |
| You had enough, callous as shallow and narrowmindedness | |
| Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us | |
| You tryna bust you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug | |
| The populace is ignorant, thank you for reminding us | |
| Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards | |
| Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra | |
| Hook: Mos Def Talib Kweli | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Verse 3: Yasiin Bey Talib Kweli | |
| Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art | |
| Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon | |
| Shut down Babylon Smash all automaton | |
| Feel the beat, Got ' em feeling geeked like it' s ComicCon | |
| Far from the hardyhar, more like a Tomahawk | |
| Rocket launch, Ali right cross knock they choppers off | |
| Kweli and Mr. Bey, Fresh not from concentrate | |
| Looking very sharp today, Thank you brother, Danke Schoen | |
| Craft working more than German engineering | |
| And all the frequency that don' t adhere to interference | |
| Flashes of the spirit, Seekers of the clearing | |
| They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror | |
| Look, in that window is a freedom fighter' s grandson | |
| Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun | |
| Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate | |
| Messiah Pariah The leader of the syndicate | |
| Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship | |
| Same rows, two sides, Palaces and tenements | |
| Dispossessed native tongue noble open the lonely heart | |
| Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart | |
| Come together | |
| Hook: Mos Def Talib Kweli | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up | |
| Fix up, look sharp | |
| Black Star, good God | |
| And when the sky look dark | |
| Shine a light, look ahead, look up |
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