Альбом Mos Def

[Mos Def]
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem
{In The Name Of God, The Most Merciful, The Most Compassionate}

What it is, what it is, what it is
What it is
What it is, what it is, what it is
What it is
See me, want me, give me, trust me
Feed me, fuck me, love me, touch me
This whole world is cold and ugly
What we are is low and lovely
I am the most beautiful boogie man
The most beautiful boogie man
Let me be your favourite nightmare
Close your eyes and ill be right there
While...Open...All...Over...A-gain
See me, touch me, give me, want me
Feed me, fuck me, trust me, love me
This whole world is cold and ugly
What we are is low and lovely
I am the most beautiful boogie man
The most beautiful boogie man
Let me be your favourite nightmare
Close your eyes and ill be right there
While...Open...All...Over...A-gain...Ag-ain
Ag-a-in [Fades Out]

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[Intro: Mos Def]
Hello children

[Chorus 1: Mos Def]
Black Jack Johnson, N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G
Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets
Before song done y'all goin' all understand it

[Verse 1: Mos Def]
Like - Hot
The haters can't fuck with it
'Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with
it (and they niggaz)
Sound man holla black COME WITH IT
Spin the record 'till the record done spinning
Up top is you getting up with it?
Dirty dirty is you getting crunk with it?
Smokey smoke from coast to coast
Be carefull our first draw be that overdose
Who stay holding it from Brooklyn? YOU KNOW IT'S MOS!
Ha, Jackpot I (Sing yo) got to go for broke
Is this the only way the Smith Family now to go
Right here to my youngest one is older folks
Im'ma put down like a dirty so and so
Freak daddy came here to work the mojo - oh
Because the - high is high and the low is low
And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks
Put your shit in the sky like I know you - oh
(Brooklyn stand up!)
Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe
Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so
And after y'all get it go I let it go some more
That Black Jack about something for sure) for sure
(SAY WHAT!)
For sure for sure (HA!)
Let me see you in the world making your shoulder roll
And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows

[Chorus 2: Mos Def]
'Cause we are so ghetto
Yes we are rock and roll
Yes we are so ghetto
Yes we are rock and roll
Yes we are so ghetto
Yes we are rock and roll
Yes we are so ghetto
Yes we are - rock and motherfucking roll (WOOOO!)

[Verse 2: Mos Def]
Ha, I am a fighter and a lover
I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker
I'm the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder
I said I am, go ask my mother
You don't believe that shit believe what you want to
Alright, OK, So, Shut-up!
Speak language come straight from the gutter
Observe the terms that we trade with one and other
Like - what's good, what's popping, what's cracking
What it is, how you living, what's happening
Work songs that the slaves sang back then
The playground chants, with little girls claping

[Chorus 2: Mos Def + (Girls chanting)]
Black John Johnson, N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G
Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets
Before the song done y'all going all understand it
Black John Johnson, N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G
Sun and the moon, earths stars and planets
Before the song done y'all going all understand it

[Outro: Mos Def]
SPACE!
GIMME THE SPACE!
BACK UP, GIMME THE SPACE!!!
LET A NIGGA ROCK!
GIMME THE SPACE!
LET A NIGGA ROCK!
LET A NIGGA ROCK, HA!
This is the sound
Ghettos rock
This is the sound
Ghettos rock
This is the sound
Ghettos rock
This is the sound
Ghettos rock
This is the sound
Ghettos rock
This is the sound
Ghettos rock and - MOTHERFUCKING ROLLLLLLLLL!

Yeah
Give it to 'em
yes,yes,yes,yes,aha ah!
Ghetto people..this one's for you
And you and you and you
And you and you in the front
yo!
Jack Johnson (aha) live and stompin
Undisputed heavy weights champ (aha) of the world

Yo I'm live with it, low, middle, the high with it
And that's how I'ma live and die with it
Hold up and down your spine with it
Like Zimzallabim, Jack Johnson, yes my dog, right with them!
The most special, most ghetto, most method, most valuable
Rep my avenue like is the damn state capital
Coming shadows to mind, a better mark of rapeness
On slaves who high jacked the slave ships
The hackers who remapped the matrix
And built the road back to basics
And getcha all off that strain shit
You know this other cats run game with, it's tainted
Consider this the moment that changed it: NOW!
Jack john's stand strong never bow down
Back off or get clapped dog right about POW
For east to the west,up north to down south
We show you how to REALLY make moshpit bounce
Show you how the gritty make the ghetto wild out
First letters that I wrote when I sketch the script down
I'M LIVE WITH IT
low, middle, the high with it
And that's how I'ma live and die with it
I shine with it, rhyme with it, reveal and recognise with it
The ghetto know what time is it, when I spit it
Me 9-semi, an iron lion strike with it
See Dr. Know string a knot and make 'em ride with it

And look alive
Ghetto rock with me
Look alive
Ghetto rock with me
Aha yeah
Throw it up
Ghetto rock with me
Show it up
Ghetto rock with me

Born to rock, serve my portion hot
Rock the booze water on any bully on your block
My flow tighter than a big titties halter top
Doper than a floyd flake that they bought they pops
Since I bright a con duke of course I'm not
My sharp mind join the dots and blow they plots
A lot of cats talk noise a lot, but then the noise is stopped
When the heavy sound voice in charge
And this is no limp bizkit this is jack's fat cock
loaded up slightly back, ghetto black rock
Brooklyn got bomb-rush that you can't stop
These the hungry hands that gon snatch your cash box
I never gave a second what on "the fuck is with y'all?"
Cuz my first thought covered it all
YOU WHACK!!!
And I don't care what you sound since not mumblin y'all
Cause you can't do me nothing at all
Which means, you can't shine my shoes watch my drawers
Clean my cloth walk my dog moan my loan
On other words dude I don't need SHIT from them
All I got is hard rhymes and hot spit for them
And yeah, I got the country new (raaatttttt) for them
See how dark it can get for them?
Tell their mommas THAT'S IT for them
Get the flowers, they'll sing for them
A sad story how it'll end for them
That's what you get for not listenin' FIRE!!
And a long rest in kumbayah
You stand strong you can't move higher
You move in "how we all can move higher?"
Ready to roll like new tire
Well I can show you who the true lion
True power move quiet thru the understandin of the science

We live with it, no middle, the high with it
And that's how we gon live and die with it
Now ride with it

Yeah, ghetto rock with me
Ghetto rock with me
Ghetto rock with me
Ghetto rock!! Ghetto... MOTHERFUCKERS!

Freaky radio!

(Boogie man business)

Listen
Old white men is runnin this rap shit
Corporate force's runnin this rap shit
Some tall israeli is runnin this rap shit
We poke out our asses for a chance to cash in
Cocaine, is runnin this rap shit
'Dro, 'yac and E-pills is runnin this rap shit

The rape over, turn your face over nigga
No god in disguise it's me, game over
Hey lil souljahs you ready for war?
But don't ask what you're fighting for
Just hope that you sur--vive the gunfight, the drama, the stress
You get in the line of fire, we get the big ass checks
You gettin your choice of pimp
Make your choice and fall in
This is austral B I, take that cock in your behind, beyotch
Hit the streets and perform for us
Hold hard and bring it on to us, fucker
I let you sip, comes an army, get a Mercedes
And kick back and let you pay me, my Mack is crazy
I leave the, knife and fist fight filled with glamour
Yeah, take a picture with this platinum plated sledgehammer
We over-do it add the fire and explosion to it
We sold confusion, we front rap music

MTV, is runnin this rap shit
Viacomm is runnin this rap shit
AOL and Time Warner runnin this rap shit
We poke out our asses for a chance to cash in
Cocaine, is runnin this rap shit
Hennessey, is runnin this rap shit
Quasi-homosexuals is runnin this rap shit

Watch out! we run the world...

That's it

Black Jack
Was a fighting man
Black Jack
Was a mighty man

You stand them up
He knock them out

Yeah Yeah
Thats the real

You set them up
He knock them down

Yeah Yeah
Thats the deal

Now sing them high
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY
Up in the sky
Whoa, Oh, Whoa, Whoo

Break it down low
Whoa, Whoa
Break it off slow
Whoa, Whoa

Then shout it out
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Hey, Hey

Who dat boogie man
There dat boogie man
Tackidy Tackidy Tap Tap Tap
Holdin' bread in hand
Go head work that band
Go head work it say
Talkin' the talk and walkin' the walk
Is what daddy do they say
Wear those pretty clothes
Drive them pretty cars
You a super hero
You a super star
You a super man
Go head fly yo cape
Blowin' in the wind
Let it touch the hand
Stand and fight and win
Snatch the crown again
Wit' yo mighty swing
And yo flashy smile
Let them see the light
You so black and bright
You so bright you black
Shinin' you cryin' to fight them back

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah [repeats]

Turn the drums up
Turn my vocals, too
I hear myself a lil more
Yeah
More [7x]
Moto [9x]
Nice [5x]
Moto moto still [3x]
Yeah [3x]
Nice [7x]
Good
Uh huh
You waited up a lil bit for me
Yeah [3x]
Bedstuy Parade & Funeral March
for fighters and lovers

how [11x]

I can't stand you
I just love you
I got somethin to give you but
I don't want to
the one I wanna be close to but
I can't touch you
cuz I can see you
but I can't see good cuz
you keep me crying
oohhoooo oohhoooo oohhoooo oohhoooo oohhoooo

My gangsta woman
Sweet gangsta woman
Pretty gangsta woman
Little killa woman
Sweet gangasta woman
Pretty killa woman
Sweet gangsta woman

Gangsta

haha

how [10x]

Gangsta [6x]

Sex love and money, fun
Brooklyn,. Sex love and money, get up, come
Danger!!

You are now rockin with the best
Black darts exclusive, fire in the dark
Fire in the dark, ghetto let this spark!

[Verse 1]
Huh!
Freaky black beauty with the party pal
Where you work it out got me fiendin'--bam!
I hit the G ready for the street
Heavy, ghetto sweet breezing through the evening --bam!
I'm on the lounge path for the warm blast
Got the john shaft cocked back and loaded --bamm!
I beat it, word john! Body awesome
Is the way that you come that got me goin--bam
I'm on the back streets rollin
I'm playin back all the magic moments, don't front
You know I got'cha,know I got'cha
You sneaky freaky, but I know about'cha, know about'cha
You straight dope, I can't do without'cha, go without'cha
Lay back and relax you mind
I'm bout to; double the doses in half the time
Ha! Master physical, master mind
You play it quiet but in private that ass is mine, huh!
We body rockin the last of time
And then we, we body rockin the last of time
And then we, body rockin the last of time
And then we, her body rockin huh, her body rockin
Now shell on 1 deep it ain't nobody steppin
Honey shell on 10 deep it ain't nobody steppin
Thousand shell or hundred deep, I'm there the body rockin, come on!

I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself
I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself

Whoooa...whaaa ohh whaaa!
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky freaky black, freaky freaky black

Sex love and money, fun
Brooklyn, Sex love and money --come
Fun-- temperature's risin

[Verse 2]
Freaky black beauty pretty purse and blouse
Where you took it out got me leanin'--bam!
I hit the streets easy in my seat
Lighting on my feet breezy like the evening --bam!
I'm on the lunch pack feel the warm blast
Boogie john shaft cocked and loaded --bamm!
Top and bottom, Body awesome
is the way that you come that got me goin --bam!
I'm on the back roads rollin (rollin)
I'm playin back all the magic moments, don't front
She know I got'cha,know I got'cha
You sneaky freaky, but I know about'cha, know about'cha
You goog hurricane,go without'cha, go without'cha
Lay back and relax you mind
I'm bout to, double the doses in half the time, huh!
Master physical, master mind
You play it quiet but in private a-ha a-ha!, huh!
We body rockin the last of time
And then we, we body rockin the last of time
And then we, we body rockin the last of time
And then we, the body rockin huh, the body rockin huh
The body rockin huh, the body rockin huh, the body rockin huh
The body rockin says, DON'T STOP THE BODY ROCK!

I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself
I wanna show you in my ghetto miss I'm a star
I wanna show you luv, I just can't help myself

Whoooa...whaaa ohh whaaa!
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky, freaky, freaky, freaky black
Freaky freaky black, freaky freaky black

Sex love and money, fun
Brooklyn, sex love and money --come
Fun-- temperature's risin
DANGER!!

Ain't gotta say no more

[Intro: Mos Def (Sample)]
Intro: Mos Def + (Sample)]
(Let the sun shine)
Yeah yeah its a brand new day y'all (Let the sunshine in)
Turn me up in the top a little bit dog
Little do you know, y'all gonna hear this one (The suns shinin')
Loud and clear, bright and early
Listen..

[Verse 1: Mos Def]
I don't hate players, I don't love the game
I'm the shot clock, way above the game
To be point blank with you motherfuck the game
I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play
You can show the little shorties how you pump and fake
But dog, Not to def, I'm not impressed
I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh, like I'm still a day old
And it's been like that since the day yo
On more time than a Roley, or Seiko
Step on deck, your neck do what I say so
Get up or get out, get down or lay low

[Chorus 1: Mos Def + (Sample)]
(Let the sun shine)
Standing in the shadow of a fabulous man
Brooklyn nigga I am, Black Dante (Let the sunshine in)
That nigga, that dude
Black People, Lets Move (The suns shinin')
Shout out to my man Talib Kweli, yes
We on top-a top-a, shout-a shout-a
Check it out..

[Verse 2: Mos Def + (Sample)]
Slim nigga that casts a big shadow
Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow
Got more skill, more aim, and more ammo
You can get it all from a big or small barrel
Like, hail Mary, full of grace
Niggaz come in and shoot up the place
And make you pull up your face
The deck, I'm a pull out the ace
From the jungles of the empire state
where it ain't no escape, 247, 718
And thats like every night, every day
From the place that I settle and stay
To the states, I'm collecting my pay
Blast off then I'm back to the K
Hold it down so my family straight
Represent in a family way
Pro ball not for amateur play
Been raw since the amateur stage
Before the press had the cameras raised

[Chorus 2: Mos Def + (Sample)]
(Let the sun shine)
Like a long time man of the way
You understanding me straight (Let the sunshine in)
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
Its what it is, what it is
And thats what it is, you see? (The suns shinin')
Ha, Fire..

[Verse 3: Mos Def]
'Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper
Stronger reception and sharper picture
Revolve around God, and involve with niggaz
These elements I perform my scripture
And make Mos Def a classic modern figure
Brooklyn it don't matter if you holler or whisper
Your coming through clan, 'cause I'm right here wit'cha
Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya
Yo, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers
The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggaz
Rebel guerrillas the ghetto civilians
Y'all 'gon feel it from the first to the millionth
It's extra, ordinary and plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standing, I'll be gone
Y'all make moves, but y'all just move on

[Outro: Mos Def + (Sample)]
(Let the sun shine)
I move in, and y'all must move on
'Cause I move to strong
And I know what my feet move for (Let the sunshine in)
Made it go without a brand new car
Made it fresh without a brand new song
And give a fuck about what brand you are (The suns shining')
I'm concerned what type of man you are
What your principles and standards are
You understand me y'all
Be good to your family y'all
No matter where your families are
'Cause everybody needs family y'all
Raise a hand, you understand me y'all
Everybody needs family y'all
Be good to your families dog
Understand, no matter where your families are
Everybody needs family dog
Raise a hand, you understand me pa
Thats what it is...thats my man
Family and my family Pencil Pete
My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls
All of those who still in the struggle
Masada Malia, Sundiata, Magic Mel
(Let the sun shine)
Life is real
To all the real soldiers, black people (Let the sunshine in)
We family y'all (The suns shining')
Let it be bright..

Pull up to ya spot on low
Shine brighter than all o' them cats they got on glow
Layin the cut like they not gon' know
Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know
This door marked private this is not fo' sho'
It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sho'
Is they what you call gangsta, hell no
They get a lil' pinch and go snitch to the po'
They all talk fast and they all think slow
I'm Mos Definite, not think so
Flood ya city with the black ink flow
And my crew ain't scared to let them things go
So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious
I'm just a wake dawg, I'm doin' great dawg
I don't play games so I don't playa hate y'all
Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg
I'm like the second plane that made the tower's face off
That shit that let you know it's really not a game dawg
Your grind and my grind aint the same dawg
I'm the catalogue, you the same song
So cool and ol' school like 84'
The one ya lil mami windin' up her waist for
The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for
Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off

Don't push me (get off)
'Cuz I'm close - To the streets,
to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,
the women, the children, the workers,
the killers, the addicts, the dealers
the quiet, the livest, the realest
- And that's close

Don't push me, cuz I'm close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit liftin' it up
From the big and the small
I'm like J. Brown +Gettin' Involved+

But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross
Have ya preacher man speakin' low gettin' his cross
Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse
Before they find out the tailon is strictly enforced
It's a real bad way to get ya name in the Source
Testin' the limits of a dangerous force
Ya ended up dumb famous and gone
Your people shoutin' out ya name in they song
Pourin' liquor on the day you was born
Find paint to put ya face on the wall
C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that
It's all good, we all here, goin' all out (all out)
All day, listen when this song say

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close - To the streets,
to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,
the women, the children, the workers,
the killers, the addicts, the dealers
the quiet, the livest, the realest
- And that's close

Don't push me, cuz I'm close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit liftin' it up
From the big and the small
I'm like J. Brown +Gettin' Involved+
Now get yours

[Hook]
Bang da bang boom bang diggit [repeated 24x]

I just want you to
Relax
Ease into it

Baby slow down, just take your time
You and me goin' be here for a while
Okay
Baby don't rush this, take your time
You and me goin' be here for a while
Okay
I got so much that I want to do
I just want to be close to you
Okay
I got so much that I want to do
That I can show you better than I can say

I don't wanna be no where but here
No where in this atmosphere
Stratosphere, ionosphere
Ain't no sphere that's bright like here
I don't wanna be no where but here
No where in this atmosphere
I'm good where I am

Baby slow down, take your time
You and me goin' be here for a while
Okay, hey
I got so much that I want to do
I can show you better than I can say

Let me show you
Let me show you
Let me show you
Let me show you
Let me show you
I wanna show you
Let me show you
Let me show you
Let me show you

Oh baby, you make me feel so good
Come let me take you by the hand
Oh baby, you make me feel so good
Let me show you how
Let me show you how
Let me show you now
Let me show it out
Let me show you how
I wanna show ya how
Let me show ya
Let me show ya
Let me show ya
Let me show ya
Let me show ya
Ohh

Baby slow down just take your time
You and me goin' be here for a while
Okay, hey
I got so much that I want to do
That I can show you better than I can say

Enough talk and let's move
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

War is a global economic phenomenon

Ain't a batch of guns on where, hellfire
Spittin', run up everything they hittin'
Some do they job to dodge the barrage
As sleek projectiles never stay bound
Fire bite invades the night with light
Loud, fighter planes shout shell rain
When they shot to kill cops on the terrain
And leave any brain that may remain stained
You god damn right this war goin' too far
Socialists think they converse with the stars
Wars found, my find the beauty in the stars
I level with death even beneath radar
I level with death even beneath radar
I level with death and she got pretty eyes
Nobody told me death was so damn fine
I go to sleep with that girl on my mind
Wake up in a sea, I wanna fire in line
Grab my heat, then it's get down time
One day I'ma make that girl all mine
But for now I'm a soldier abidin' my time
Writin' my rhyme behind enemy lines
Palestine, Kosovo, Cashmere
No different than the avenues right here
An increase in the murder rate each year
Paramilitary unit keep the streets clear
Curtains up on the theatre of warfare
Dramatic politics nightly preformed here
Worldwide from Colombia to Columbine
Don holders keep ya dollar signs on the line

"I don't want to rule or conquer anyone
I should like to help everyone if possible
Jew, gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another
Human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness
Not by each other's misery
In this world, there's room for everyone
And the good earth is rich
And can provide for everyone a way of life"

Fuck that

You know the drill
Fix ya face
I'ma hustle off the hill
Go get my money man
Go get my money man

See every hunter need to kill
Go get my money man

I'm old school from off the hill
Go get my money man

Go get my money man
I give a fuck what I do
Go get my money man
Go get my money man
Go get that money man
Go get my money man
Go get that money man
Gimme my money man
Gimme my money

Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Fuck you, pay me
Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot

[Minnesota]
Hear Me, See Me

Welcome to Soundview Projects
Bronx New York, 10473

Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole Dutchman
Loose mamis fucking, they definite land mines
Dudes with no right hustle throwing gang signs
Empty in the webbings broke and underpaid
Fighting federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch and taste they hunger
Next in line to rep these street signs to they blunder
Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing the felony
These niggaz wanna be Pistol Pete -without the penalty
His last words, promise me this much in death
Don't my boy live to retrace my steps

Minne- stay safe move quiet and get it
If you encounter opposition get a inch from they face with It

Later amigo, digest the day to end discreetly
Sex money and boss
My ties to hear me see me
True villain
Face covered, driving gloves
Commit by my lonely when push comes to shove
They say that grown men lay on they prey
Took shorts in the street
Came back and made up for that with that white sheet
Revenge is best served cold
Get it the same way you give it
This ain't fear I just need to get away with it
Son stop over here(?), you looking at me like I'm lame
But I'm looking at y'all like y'all call this the drug game
Grand child hosing sims
Put the heroin in queens
Put Pops Freeman on in the early seventies
I sat in rooms with money machines
Drugs sitting 3 feet off of the floor
Cover the smell of the raw
Chest moves like bars scale my connects untimely
King Henry from 12th street flooded the Bronx in the 90's
03 scene MVP and one Accord
Boss makes decision paper wins awards

[Mos Def]
See Me, Hear Me

Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206
Roosevelt Projects, wild rose water the plant

Son you know what it is
From the moment that you come over the bridge
And if you don't ride with me
I'm gonna show you some shit
Ima show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix
Ima show you where the pain and the poetry is
Ghetto young'ns spend a lot of time alone in the crib
BET on the screen, walls and posters of BIG
Hustlers getting dough sitting low on the 6
Blazing up the ambro glow over they wrist
Hop in the game knowing the risk
Still down to load up they clip
Gamblers with hopes of rolling the trip
But when you hear head crack there ain't no rolling again
Snatch the dice and everything you want is going it in
This how it happens, good people, bad habits, diabetics, crack addicts
Asthmatics
Searching for the truth leaping through the holy tablet
The bible, the Q uran, or the ten crack commandments
Speak on it God, What's today's mathematics
The five day forecast, the Dow Jones average
The price of beer, cigarettes, bread, milk and pampers
Life is a test and we all got the answer
The streets keep calling its hard not answer
And on my government-my attribute-my all
So it's only natural I holla black and respond
Brooklyn stand up and make 'em all sit down
(?) We do not fuck around

That's what it is (All Day)
That's what is Niggaz (Official, Official)
That's how it is Niggaz
BX, BK live all day
Get with it
Grown Man Business

[Mos Def Singing]

I come home high and she start to cry
I can't take it..
A brand new excuse does me no use
That won't make it..
She at home with the kids, this is no way to live
What can I say?
I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still
Do things my way..

And it's so strong, soo strong
It's like I'm dying..
Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there..
Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play
Ain't no game at all..
I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling down
Nothing breaks the fall..

And it's so strong, so strong
It's like I'm dying..
Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there
Flying..
Sounds of the sufferers pray

I come home high and she start to cry
I can't take it..
A brand new excuse does me no use
That won't make it..
She at home with the kids, this is no way to live
What can I say?
I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still
Black Dante and it's so strong..
So strong..
So strong..
So strong...

I'm out there flying..
Flying..
Flying..
Flying...

This game is fantastic..desire...

[Mos Def Speaking]

Killers..this life this life
Lovers..this life this life
Hustlers..this life this life
Thieves..this life this life
Gamblers..this life this life
Niggaz..Crackers..Children..Mothers..Fathers..Lovers..Neighbors..Hungry..
Full..the beautiful..the stars..the distance..the close..the stars..
The heavens..this life
The floor..this life this life
The high..this life
The beneath..this life this life
All..all..everywhere..everywhere..anywhere..somewhere..home...

Come on, this how it goes on..
Ghetto people in the world today, get up!
Ha! Look alive, breathe..wooh!
Ha! How it goes...

[Mos Def Rapping]

Mother, mother...
Head in her hands
Her first born son dead in her hands
The whole thing was a setup, a scam
They knew it was set up and planned
Niggaz he worked with wet him and ran, and thas..
Brother, Brother...
But son, I don't see no brother hood
All I see is thugger hood
Get rich and fuck the hood
All they want is some good smoke from the hood
Lookin for the shorty good stroke from the hood
That's how they touch the hood
But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black
Because I'm brighter, black
And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night
Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite
Shout in the hood, we get the picture
Cuz everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witcha
What's going on? Ha!

Understand this is real life..
This how it goes on, this how it goes on...
It keep going on, this how it goes on...
Ghetto people look alive, get free
Get involved, remain to breathe...Ha! Wooh!

If Marvin was alive now, wow..
What would I say to him?
Where could I start?
How could I explain to him??
I know the minor world would probably look strange to him
Would he feel like today had a place for him?
Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference
When he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin?
When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know..
That decades later we'd still be killin folks?
Or did he hope that we would realize..
That we the first, the son of earth..
The moon and stars, the great beyond..
We black and proud, we brave and strong..
We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh..
And keepin on..?

Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real..
This how it goes on, and you say you say
This how it goes on, and you say you say
This how it goes on..
Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha!
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!
Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat!

There ain't nothin to be afraid of..
Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real...
This how it goes on
This how it goes on, keep goin on..
This how it goes on
Now breathe!
Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin Modern Marvel...

(Intro + shout outs)
Boogie man, boogie man, boogie man
BOOGIE MAN! (Hello children!)
My whole life is real
My life {*4X*}
A-ha, Brooklyn you know
My life {*4X*}, it's a real thang

[Mos Def]
Listen
My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real
What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is real
My own life is ILL!!
filled with magic's strife to scale
Sun bright, no time to chill, got all type of bills
I got seeds I gotta feed with this
They be needin shit, I got ex-wife beef and shit
That's how deep it get
My whole life is real, my whole life is ill
A fantastic, a beautiful mess
And life nigga in America: the usual stress
I do it to the up, low, the east and the west, I
Do it to most, I do it to death
I do so it good they don't know what to do with theyselves
Well do this: MOVE!
Back, forward, mo'
Life is real, let's move on

[Hook]
My whole life is real, morning news and nights is real
What I spit and I write is real, cuz my life is ILL
Filled with magic's strife to scale
Sun bright, no time to chill
Got all type of bills
I got seeds I gotta feed with this
I got streets I gotta reach with this
That's how deep it get

[Mos Def]
My whole life is ill, my whole life is real
Mornings, noon's, nights
Birthdays, workdays, holidays, funerals. the usual
Life is real!
Sunday to Monday, school, your gunplay, politics, bullshit
Life is real!
Shootings, stabbing, free tray, arrest
crush, kill, destroy, cheques
Death. rebirth
Reach the world but touch the street first
Life goin in every direction but rewind
Niggaz is waiting for the light to dive down
On a park a hustler plays the hide out
Somebody's gotta notice it's a matter of time before the world fine out
The earth dry out and push the hintin to high ground,life style--Hostile
Real, life real real
So real, too real, news real--edited
The close up block out the rest of it
True evident, false measurement
Crunk superstar, thug president
Tricks allegiance, M-def payment ship
Scribe lively, so timely,that is timeless
And is lovely, and is ugly, as it must be

[Hook]

[Outro]
My whole life is real, ha-haa!
Brooklyn know
My life my {*4X*}
B.X. know
My life my (*4X*}
Real niggaz all over the world
My life my {*4X*), it's a real thang
whoooo!

Boogie man!

(Intro)
You turn me up a lil'..
I'm gettin a lotta , alotta music
Add me more voice here, yeah, yeah
Even more, even more, even more
A Black Johnson, exclusive
Pop up!
Pop up, pop up, pop up, pop up, pop up!
Aahhh!

(Hook1)
Y-E-A, YEAH!
You can get it...and you can get it!
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
You can get it!

(Mos Def)
They want a nigga that done change their life
Fuck 'em,and feed 'em, and buy 'em all the things, he like: shit!
You smile bright and ya game is tight
You say: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Bright eyes and the pretty long hair, oh yeah
Body all there, oh yeah
You wanna reach me call here
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it
Though I believe what I'm sayin, yeah well
I believe I can spit it so good that they will
And that's real
And that's all
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!

(Hook 2)
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Raise your hands and we doin now with it
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Put it up if you wanna (be) down with it
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Throw it up if you wanna (be) down with it
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Haaaa.

(Mos Def)
They want a nigga that done change in life
Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like:
You smile bright and ya game is tight
Huh! You smile bright and ya game is tight
Let me know whatcha doin' tonight
Y-E-A, YEAH!

Huh, yeah!
Huh, yeah!
Huh!
Y-E-A, YEAH!
Y-E-A, YEAH!

(Mos Def)
Huh, they want a nigga that done changed in life
Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like
Shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight
Now baby: Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Bright eyes and the pretty long hair, oh yeah
Body all there,yeah oh yeah
You wanna reach me call here
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!

(Hook3)
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Raise your hands if you wanna (be) down with it
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Throw ya hands let me know how you feelin

(Mos Def)
Belly to belly then up in the dance
You got the things that I like to touch
Get close cuz I like to touch
Uhhhhhhhn, so much!
Belly to belly then we up in the club
Don't hate baby show some love
Let me know what's on your mind
Get close let me start to grind
Hun, what's on your mind
And get close and we start to grind
Make me feel so... oohhh!

(hook4)
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
You can get it
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Is you with it?
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Ghetto rock for all y'all niggaz
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!

(Mos Def)
Hun! See
Huh, they want a nigga that done changed their life
Fuck 'em, and feed 'em, i'ma buy all the things, he like
Shit! You smile bright and ya game is tight
Now baby: Y-E-A, YEAH!
You can get it
The bright eyes and the long or short hair, oh yeah
The body all there, mama oh yeah
You wanna reach me call here
7-1-8, Y-E-A, Y-E-AAAAAA-H!
Uhhh uhhhh. Uuhh uhhh
I like it, I see it, I want it uhh uhh
I like it, I see it, u got it uhh uhh, let's do it
I like it, you got it,uhh uhh I see it
I like it, you got it uhh uhh lets do it
I like it, you got it uhh uhh
I see it, I like it you got it
Y-E-A, YEAH! You can get it!
Say Y-E-A, YEAH YEAH
Y-E-A, yeah yeah! (repeat)

(Outro)
Brooklyn!
I say.. oohh ...ahhh
Oooh, aahh
Belly to belly you and I up in the dance
Don't be shy while we raise your hands
Belly to belly you and I up in the grind
Let me know what's on your mind
Gz y-e-a ....(yeah)..Owwwwwwh!!!!
Y-E-A...(yeah yeah..) ooh oh ho ohh!
Y-E-A... (yeah yeah..)
Y-E-A... right away, right away..

BOOGIE MAN! BOOGIE MAN! BOOGIE MAN..

[Mos Def]
Woman you know I love you
Woman you know just how I feel
You try to tell me that you don’t know
When I know you know the deal

Woman you know I love you
Woman you know I care…hey
You try to say
I’m running game
You try to say baby you don’t play fair
Oh darling

If there is any doubt in your mind
I want you to be sure…heeeey
If you don’t ever see me again
I want you to be sure
That I love you
Oh girl
Oh baby I love you
Darling I love you…hey
Oh darling I love you…hey
(Turn the lights down low)
(Turn the lights down low)

Oh baby
You got to understand how I feel
You need to understand where I’m coming from
Aint no need to be afraid
Aint no need to get up and run
Oh darling
Oh girl you know I love you
Oh darling
You know I know I love you
Oh baby

If you never see me again
I need you to be sure
From this moment right now
Till for ever more
Said I love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
love you, love you, love you, love you, love you…babyyyy

Woman I love you
Woman I love you
Woman I love you
AAAAAAHHHHHH…
Woman I love you

[Mos Def]
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem
Peace, peace whats up y'all this is Mos Def
And this is a message to the people
If you see or hear goodness from me
Then that goodness is from The Creator
You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that
'Cause I'm not the architect of that
I'm only the...the recipient
If you see weakness or shortcoming in me
It's from my own weakness or shortcoming
And I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for that
Thank you Brooklyn, Thank you World
Yeah, yeah there it is
Turn my voice up in the top a little bit
It feel good to be back
Whats up ochenta?
Yeah, yeah, ha..
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio
(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me
For my hometown, break down a little history for you
Myrtle and Broadway, Roosvelt projects, Mossie projects
Listen..

[Verse 1: Mos Def]
I stepped on the field from no league just home team
I Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rock
With the final seconds +one to land+ on the clock
Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin shot
I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop
Then fled the arena before they called cops
Tell the players and the coach I wasn't tryin to blow spot
But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch
I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around
Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about
You got work to do, I don't know if that work for you
But thats how Mos work it through
And my work is personal, I'm a workin person
I put in work, I work with purpose
I get it there, on the water, air, the surface
You feel the impact? Niggaz yeah it's workin
Listen God did not make me a fearful person
The only fear I have, Is my failure to adhear his path
I would love it just to hear this back
On the ghetto streets where y'all at
On the ave's where the Jeep's go past
In the coupes where the seats go back
In the parties where it be so packed
And the atmosphere be so black
And them black things be so phat
If I could I would be so glad
But if not I won't be so mad
I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam'
And even if you don't see it my fam
I believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessed
I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def
I'm rockin the hard right, ground zero, to far left
I'm, well balanced, with immense talents
Burn the script, then flip it to keep myself challanged
And thats the mark of a true champ-ine
Thats whether I'm in or outside the ring
No fights, no tilte, no crown or reign
Feel my presence even when I'm up out this thing
Just trust, thats what I'm about to be
But until then settle in and rock with me

[Outro: Mos Def]
Ha, thats what its about to be
Ghetto people look alive with me
And say, We 'gon, stop by
Then we just keep movin on
Ghetto people, look alive and
Feel free, we just keep movin on
For Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master Jay
All the great hero's who have passed away
Scott Laraque, Big & Pac, Feaky Tai, Big L
All the soldiers locked down in the cell
Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail
To our loved ones, and deceased
Dyin in the street, or quiet in their sleep (B.I.G.)
Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memory(+Sans Marie+)
Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memory
And thats real
'Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an end
Because it must, and when it does
I hope that y'all remember me
With true respect
And ghetto love
Now raise it up
'Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an end
Because it must, and when it does
I hope that y'all remember me
Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway
Yeah, yeah y'all
Let me hear it back(echo)
Freaky radio (freaky radio) ha..
Freaky radio (freaky radio) everywhere on the dial

[Mos Def] {Background singers}

Black (Black) Jack...
Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, haha
{It's The Jump Off} Yeah y'all now, c'mon
{It's The Jump Off} Push it up now, ha
{It's The Jump Off} What you want now?
{It's The Jump Off} Keep cool, now
{Put your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Yeah! It's that Freak Daddy shit!
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands...}

[Verse 1 - Mos Def]
With so much drama in the N-Y-C
It's kinda hard bein' M-O-S Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay
May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto Pe-ople?
Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they horn
'cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' mamma ain't home
I'm just a freak individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn' (six in the morn')
So peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleevess up, for a second NOW BOUNCE
This is the one that make the party wile' out
Nigga...I said wile' out
Nigga, I SAID wile' out
Lemme show you what we're talkin' about (C'MON!)

[Mos Def]
Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now
(You are now rockin' with the best!)
Uh, hah, yes, unnh, ha, uh, come check me now (Black! Jack!)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, BACK TO THE BEAT, like

[Hook - Mos Def {Background Singers}]
{It's The Jump Off} Get it up now!
{It's The Jump Off} C'mon, push it up now!
{It's The Jump Off} Get it up now
{It's The Jump Off} and make it jump now!
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Uh, push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Nigga jump now
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
Push it up now
{Raise your hands up, it's The Jump-Off}
{Raise your hands...}

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face
Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degress
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get BURNT just for thinkin' you can step to me
Unless the (?) of my (?) get a re-ci-pee
My des-tinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then HA, HA-HA strip 'em
Jump the fuck (back), no gun can pump (that)
I punch the engi-(neer) and slap the whole (track)
Then pop all the speakers and stip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit truth for the LIAR, LIARS
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a FIRE-FIRED

[Mos Def] {Background singers}
Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon
(You are now rockin' wit' the best)
Woo! Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take 'em there, Doc
hah, uh, yeah, Black, Jack, c'mon
So incredible! Fantastic! (ohh!)
Freak Daddy shit....FIRE!!

C'mon (woo!) nigga, rock to it
Uh (uh), hah (hah), yeah (yeah)
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Ridin' high (high)
Ridin' low (low)
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Ridin' clean (clean)
Ridin' dirty (dirty)
No-body high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Told you my hot was incredible, y'all
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Woo! (woo!)
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Tell 'em again
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Hey, I don't think y'all heard me
...
{Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands}
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers!