Black Star Definition

Текст песни "Black Star — Definition"

[Intro]
Lord.. Lord have mercy
All nice and peace and true
Follow me now, we say

Say Hi-Tek yes you're rulin' hip hop
Say J. Rawls yes you're rulin' hip hop
Re:Definition say you're rulin' hip hop
Say Black Star come to rock it, yo

[Mos Def]
From the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin sh**
Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth

After this you be pressin' rewind on top ya master disk
Shinin' like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin'
Connectin' like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments
Cause all my Brooklyn residents, known as heavy regiments

Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn
(What?) See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at
Talib Kweli, equality, yo tell them where we be at

[Talib Kweli]
Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense

My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin' MC is short hand for Miss Conception
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate

Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body
You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade
Stop actin' like a b**ch already, be a visionary
And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary

Third rate teacher readin' and talkin' about, "I knew he'd amount to nuttin'"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin'?"
Talkin' Loud like you in RCA, get carted away
With body parts and treys, what a way to start your day, yo it's like..

[Chorus]
One two three
Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip top
Best alliance in hip hop, Y-O

I said one two three
It's kinda dangerous to be a MC
They shot 2Pac and Biggie
Too much violence in hip hop, Y-O

[Mos Def]
I said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it
So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook where we're livin' at
Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' and bubblin'
It ain't about production and, what else we discussin'?

When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed
Colossal, true original B-boy apostle
Standin' on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo

[Talib Kweli]
You think you the sh**, somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click or some random kid you smoked buddha with
Consider me the entity within' the industry
Without a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity

Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of equality
People follow me and other cats they hear him flow
And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano

[Mos Def]
Still sippin' wishin' well water, imported, from Pluto
Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters

A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers
You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us
(Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just
Make a p**sy freeze up, thinkin' we will ease up

[Chorus]