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Hey, yo man, I think that dude's tryin to break into your car |
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...what? |
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New york life... type trife... |
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That's why I'm tryin to shine the light, yo |
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Here it come, here it come, here it come, y'all |
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Mos def, blessed with the breath of life so arise and give praises |
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Turn my face to where the mighty sun raises |
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My book of rhyme pages, filled with phrases that amaze |
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I could go on for days |
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First name dante, last name beze |
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Build the house of tomorrow with bricks of today |
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My foundation rests on allah corner stone |
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Shine the light throught the mic to radiate your zone |
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See, the world that we know is about to get finished |
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I'm watching last days wind down to final minutes |
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Got dreams of paradise and my whole fam in it |
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So I ain't got time to play no crime lieutenant |
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Do you got time to play the crime lieutenant? |
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See time is the asset, how you gonna spend it |
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The way you handle yours will be well documented |
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It's the raw authentic, sandalwood scented |
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To make you bump the joint and in beyond city limits |
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Twenty-first, no time to, approach a thing timid |
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My name is mos def and this is how I get in it |
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Chorus: |
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Hey yo, my man (huh? ).... |
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Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what? ) |
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You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed |
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To incline throughout space and time (yeah) |
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You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh? ) |
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Somethin tight comin on your right (what? ) |
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You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed |
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To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah) |
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If you can huh, you can hear it... |
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If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos' |
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Shine like black gold, burn like black coal |
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Make a old timer roll up her sleeves, now that's cold |
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Behold, the one and only has blessed my testimony |
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Approach the ceremony authentic, never phony |
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For delf, but never lonely, keep the kinfolk close |
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Watch me rip it on pacific and atlantic coasts |
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With the antidote, for the poisonous snake lies wit |
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Only wimps put the hiss on tape |
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You can't get on straight, this is dead on tape |
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Accompanied by shawn j. with the bid on bait |
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Put the grid on plate, on the ear or tray |
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Hot damn it captain kirk and the klingons say |
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You can't sit on stage, you got to get on the m-o- |
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T-i-v-a-t-e real life, ain't no freebie |
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My seed can't be needy, no time for freaky-deaky |
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I'm movin on up like george and wheezy |
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Who said that this was easy, they must have been treetop high |
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Standin yieldin to our boldfaced lie, we all got to die |
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So all got to try, to live life right |
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In the sight of most high, to live life right |
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In the sight of most high, to live life right |
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In the sight of most high, to live life right in the sight |
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Chorus: |
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Hey yo, my man (huh? ).... |
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Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what? ) |
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You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed |
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To incline throughout space and time (yeah) |
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You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh? ) |
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Somethin tight movin on your right (what? ) |
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You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed |
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To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah) |
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If you can huh, you can hear it yo, my man (huh? ).... |
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Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what? ) |
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You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed |
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To incline the pure genuine (yeah) |
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You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh? ) |
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Somethin tight movin on your right (what? ) |
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You heard the first time, my rhyme is designed |
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To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah) |
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If you can huh, you can hear it... |
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If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos'... |
