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(Mos Def) |
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Yeah, ha ha ha |
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A-B-boys rock the world |
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CD's and tapes help generate papes |
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E-F is the important Def |
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G-good, H is what style be |
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When I grab the microphone and MC |
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Roll off the tongue like L-M-N-O-P |
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And when I am done you will agree |
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Mos Def represent most definitely |
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Jesus what I used to rock it in '83 |
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Drank up all the Kool-Aid at the block party |
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Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady |
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Wash this be the brown shoe on TV |
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But now it's not dis and it's on like THIS |
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My name is Mos Def, this is good as it gets |
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Baby I make you rub your lips like sardines and grits |
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My what still hits even when the record skip |
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Even when the record skip |
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Even when the record skip |
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I don't quit, I don't quit |
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We bout to make this one a sure hit |
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Sean J. make the party people feel it |
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(Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to introduce a very |
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Interesting young man that has traveled from very far |
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Away to be with us tonight) |
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(Mos Def) |
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Ha ha ha, what uh-huh |
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There is such a place, that creates such a melody BROOKLYN |
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No ladies it's a ?living G?, it's a living G, it's a living G |
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LOVE LIKE THIS |
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Recognize all area crew, whether you speak Japanese or Goony Goo Goo |
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Son when I come through, other rappers boo-hoo |
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Cuz they know they style's soft like baby doo-doo |
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I will continue, to hit like a fifth of stolen Naya |
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Puttin jokers on ice to get the cream like Breyer |
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No secret, Mos Def is the one that hunts a Mya |
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I get in my stance and set the dance on FIRE |
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Spread out my wings and I take the world HIGHER |
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Peace to the fam magnetic in the Chi |
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Job-on, top Sean and my man Ahtu |
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And all my other clan who reside in the Zoo |
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Got a celebrated oatmeal broadcast crew |
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Mos Def gon keep it naked like Um Fu-Fu (EDDIE!!) |
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Put it here to the tape like crazy glue |
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So when they bounce out of speakers they stick to you |
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The way that I communicate is non-typical |
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But high level like a 3-D visual |
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I hold the mic extensive, exhibit level and dimension |
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I radiate the space like a up-right bass |
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Son I leave crews laced and escape wit no trace |
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Sound official like the finish time at a horse race |
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Here to put it in place, for the nine-uno-seis |
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Mos Def set the pace, make your fam give chase |
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Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it |
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Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific |
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It's like that and you don't stop |
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It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop |
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Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it |
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The Universal Magnetic B-BOY, scientific y'all |
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You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm bust it |
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Baby it's in my chromosomes to ROCK |
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Microphones sets who wanna test the M-O |
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Best to leave that *nigga* alone |
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I make no bones or poems about droppin bars |
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I make the world full swing under the Mos Def YES |
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I ring the alarm like tennis sore |
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My style hella-raw, I keep it raw bone like Skeletor |
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And you should go and tell your clientele |
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That they need to get The Message like Melle Mel |
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I got the -- locked like a Death Row show |
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And if I ain't a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (ding ding) |
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So tell your boy, (what) crew to retire |
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Before I make they *ass* catch fire like Richard Pryor |
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Nondescriptive fiendin for riches, callin earths *bitches* |
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But most of y'all brothers is livin wit your mothers |
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Your Boogie Man yankin up your covers |
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Sharper than some new box cutters, on Parkay's and butters |
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And Stevie Wonder's, to make you run and tell the others |
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The beat lovers, and play my jam like the numbers |
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Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat |
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I'm bout to tap it on your shoulder cuz you got to know |
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Now raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it |
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The Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific |
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Like that, and you don't stop |
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It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop |
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And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it |
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Universal Magnetic B-BOY, (hooo!!) scientific |
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You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm you don't stop |
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Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it |
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Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific |
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Like that, and you don't stop |
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It go onto the rhythm you don't stop |
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Now raise your hands in the air everybody get wit it |
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The Universal Magnetic in a b-boy stance |