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Yes sir, yes sir, you know the run-ins |
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Excellence always, Brooklyn embassy |
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(Exclusive) |
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Black star shining |
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You are now rockin' with the best |
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Brooklyn's own, Brooklyn's only |
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M, O, S definite, big shot out to cash money |
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Shya Medina Green |
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Listen, 3 words for the con, no you aren't |
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Smoke, smoke but your no cigar |
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Soon as Mos hit the open market |
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The ghetto know the coppa |
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Get on my back like an open warrant |
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Brooklyn sick so retarded |
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Hop on the phone |
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And you told your partner |
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Hop off of him and told yo mama |
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Got no type of hope |
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It's problems happen a folk |
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It's harder, get out your rhyme book |
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And smoke some skama |
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Ever far you go, I'm going harder |
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Understand, I rock today |
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Like it's no tomorrow |
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Last year my catalog |
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Was so impressive that |
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This year my rookie card's |
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A great investment |
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Am I hot, nigga? |
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Change the question |
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Are you hotter than me? |
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See we could take out |
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The product and see |
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Y'all don't want no drama |
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With me without a part in a film |
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A director and a call from the guild |
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Y'all don't want no problems for real |
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So why you spittin' a beat? |
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Y'all youngin', don't y'all |
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Need to be sleep? |
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Secretly I'm that nigga |
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That you dreamin' to be |
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It ain't as easy as that? |
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There's only one Mos |
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Leave it at that |
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Whatever shine you had |
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I'm leaving with that |
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I give a fat babies ass |
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Where your peoples is at |
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Or where your heaters is at |
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You fuck around and catch |
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A leak in your back |
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Get a hot dog you need to relax |
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Don't get beaten up 'cause of rap |
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And don't get mad at me 'cause your wack |
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Shit, genetic is the reason for that |
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You ain't seeing me, I'm seeing to that |
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I'm from the brightest |
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Hottest star to ever be on the map |
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And that's the B, R, O |
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Y'all don't want no trouble rest |
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Mighty mother fucker Mos Def |
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Like that, now get with it niggas |
