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[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
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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[Mos Def:]
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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[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 like
I don't understand it, on another planet?
51 of this stuff, how I'm gonna manage?
And increasing the sentiment, gentlemen
Getting down on their Middle-Eastern instruments
Realized trapped in this crowd
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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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
And ride range off in the same voice
Conduct an arrangement with definite language
It's pure inspiration for this generation
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 pop and 'til they keep their 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...
B.O.O.G.I.E.M.A.N
Practice doesn't make perfect, PERFECT PRACTICE makes perfect
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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
front (.......)a course to 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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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
what's 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
there it go like simple the plainness
the prominent bassness
Zulu arrangement rockin' amazement
fly gold, radiating from heaven to pavement
if only years of placement with nothing to play with
spent time hating but that ain't changing it
God give it to me no body ain't savin' it
therefore, moving on the base in stammerment?
standing in the twilight and watching them get it in
walls, simmering, the air, simmering
she movin' like more than the airs is glistenin'
woah now
testin' your ate in the delirium
soudning fate booming all over your eminence
skin on skin again
put it all, get it all,get in then
ladies and gentlemen, misters and mistresses
.... or entrants and simil men
there it is, boogieman
hah
simmer down simmer down simmer down now
simmer down now x3
quiet dog, wild hog my god
and the rocket don't stop
Brooklyn and the kids heat up the stovetop
banging the empire state and navigating the way
your preservation makes the greatest hip hop
the cool dudes swagger little cherry be corny
the flow so steady unsteady is boring
these dudes ain't through with their yawning
need to get off it,
so wack wack is all you can call it
therefore, movin on the deaf is sumblin
regardless of what zone or what town your representin
a bullet in the audience settlement
tower the tenement
I mold through for all of the element
simmer down
I manage your mayhem
I'm bright as the AM
and you're rocking more like a station
I'm blessed with the fresh from day one
i got it from day done
we all going back to the same one
its the cost of motivation i'll stay with
remarkable flavors
that all is a market of greatness
woah now
is to get us to buck town
your girl is in love now
you thought it so funny
shorty is down, Shoo
(sirens)
simmer down simmer down simmer down now
simmer down now x3
quiet dog, wild hog let's rock
hah
and we 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)
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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 raw cold 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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Mentioned that he worked for the embassy
People seem to find that interesting
High status, intrigue and mystery
Special code name on the hotel registry
I love it when they say
Enjoy your stay
You see how they mean it
Cause that's the way theyve been trained
Show you to your room
A suite with a view
Well if anything at all
Do not hesitate to call
Nice the greatest the greatest
Compliments, tooth brush, tooth paste, razors
A bible, a quaran in a drawer
Or depending where you are
Tend to whisper through the walls
She was calling on God
The greatest the greatest
Salutations, congradulations,
Reservations, exclusive arrangements
Dinner with the patrons
The scenery is amazing
It's so outrageous
They whisper when they say it
When it's really real it's even realer than the matrix
Classic modern ancient flagrant
Get a special thrill everytime they get to say it
Peace
I work with the embassy
On behalf of imagination industry
I come visit
You come visit
Such a pleasure
Official business
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Bueno, Flac,
Llamame Flac pero mi primer nombre es Jacin Andante
El apellido el pay
Oiga
Eso soy testigo
La hermosa, el peligro distinto claro que si la verdad
La calle, el pueblo
Las fincas y centros
Ciudad calidad no mejor, mala mas
Guerra y vida, amor y cambio
Comida la guarda
Pistola, oracion para ellos,
Damas y caballeros
Familia, crianza
La luz en la distancia
Quiero y lo dijo
Bien es mas cercana
Mi vista, mi casa, mis suenos, mi alma
Quiero saber lo senti tu abrazo
Y tu contacto
Pues a mi algo
Claro
Amen
Claro, claro, claro que si
No hay nada mas
No hay nada mas
Final
No hay nada mas
Claro, claro, claro que si
No hay nada mas
Y no hay nada mas
Final
No hay nada mas
Claro, claro, claro que si.
English Translation
There Is Nothing Else
Good one, thin
Call me thin, but my first name is Jaci Andante (the one who walks)
The last name the one who pays
Listen
That I am witness
The beauty, the danger is different, of course it is the truth
The street, the town
The cottages and centers
City quality no better, worse
War and life, love and change
Food that is being kept
Pistol, this prayer is for them
Women and men
Family, upbringing
The light in the distance
I want and say
Good is closer
My sight, my house, my dreams, my soul
I want to know and feel your embrace
And your contact
Show me something
Amen
Of course, of course, of course, yes
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
The end
There is nothing else
Of course, of course, of course, yes
There is nothing else
And there is nothing else
The end
There is nothing else
Of course, of course, of course, yes
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[Chorus]
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 that love is danger
[Verse 1]
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"
[Chorus]
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 that love is danger
[Verse 2]
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 boombox going
Music and vocals, lonely and soulful
Your back in the scene where your sweet dreams are so true
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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
Cowboys and girls
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
We at the movies, and you're a star
Get down
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Absolutely, Flaco
Fresh and I'm fresh and my fresh just get fresher
Diamonds in production glow greater than the pressure
None turn to some and the some turn to more
The more turn to many and the many turn to all
Shouting on my nothing like it's nothing at all
To not knowing what ya got till 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 box with
Block work when the block turn jobless
and triple beams ain't the best means to weigh your options
Smarts, get smart with your smartness
Too busy surviving to argue about Darwin, darling
See me, huh, a pretty dancer
Me, Sugar Ray and Ali pretty dancer
See me do it (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 breaking 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-rate 'em
All i do is pop-pop, fru-st-rate 'em
Exacerbate 'em, sharp shoot, lacerate 'em
Steady hustle, shuffle-shuffle, fascinate 'em
Ecstatic nature, black imagination activated
True and living elevated, you are rocking with the greatest
Ecstatic nature, black imagination activated
True and living elevated, you are rocking with the greatest
It's like a dove from up above
See me, huh, a pretty dancer
Me, Sugar Ray and Ali pretty dancer
See me do it (see me do it)
Ready, steady, step it out
Fly like a dove from up above
See me, huh, a pretty dancer
Me, Sugar Ray and Ali pretty dancer
See me do it (see me do it)
Ready, steady, step it out
[Repeated until end]
Fly like a dove from up above
[Repeat 4X]
Ecstatic nature, black imagination activated
True and living elevated, rocking with the greatest
Ecstatic nature black imagination activated
True and living elevated, you are rocking with the greatest
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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
primping 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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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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(feat. Georgia Anne Muldrow)
[Intro:]
"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"
[Chorus:]
"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"
[Verse: Mos Def]
"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"
[Chorus]
"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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(feat. Talib Kweli)
[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 our code, it's the natural
The science is a joke
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 wonder D (yes)
It's where you been and where you be
And without understanding you cannot proceed
Complete, the start and the 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 Vietnamese stormed the city of Saigon
We was like "Bye", we was gone, let bygones be bygones
I'm gone, 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
You pick with us, 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
We've been effort blending to affirmer or
Fade into peripheral, [? ] 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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Magnetic, the flows are athletic
Dimensions are perfected
But the static or kinetic is power
Past pressure
And mass beyond measure
You can place son where ever he [x3]
Bed Stuy forever the fresh
MDef 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
Man's in ceremonial mastercraft of the masterminds who craft masters
Master and vibrant from Brooklyn Island legendary and silent Black Star shining Bedford Stuyvesant isn't Strivers
Flatbush blazing like it's smoke of the prophet and it's constant my mother will offer and God is the author from Flaco to Archer we right on target a ready steady responser a black light write in the darkness ya'll just a fantastic rawness good morning yes
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