 {*man talking*}
haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be
careful
I mean that ain't your average,
garden variety
run of the mill gangster bullshit
Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge
Just look at ya, together
You, you little black stovepipe
colored nigga
You are the same complexion as
Marcus Garvey
The man that brought self love
to the black consciousness
movement of the 1930s
And now when we speak about
complexion
We move into (???) of where y'all
comin from
Yeah, red boned, variety covered
genie in a bottle lookin motherfucker
You are the same complexion as
Malcolm X
Ooh I'm tellin you you brothers you're
gonna be large
But like I said, you gotta be careful
See, cuz you are tellin the truth
[Talib Kweli]
Me and my man came out to put it
down
Yeah, we bout to do it all over again
Here we go
A lotta cats like to get on the
microphone and front
They say they rollin the paper like
they ran outta blunts
Tell ya how much the Soundscan of
the month
The man tell you to just do it
We never let the man take
advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you
rented
I get my props off the rhymes I
invented
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked
your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn when
we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast
I'm all ready to last, I stay hungry like
I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like a (???)
The rhyme veteran
You actin real bitch right now like a
lesbian thespian
Since they let me in the back I've
been droppin you
(???), stay fresh and clean like
hospitals
In the war the Cris' poppin, the wallet
to wrist watches
You ever think the wrist is watchin
you
That's why the cops is stoppin you
Nigga please, they can track you
down anywhere
Your cell phone transmittin radiation
through your ear
Your 2-Way is way too new and
obsolete next year
Navigational system show you how to
get there
And you ain't think about how you got
here
Do you know where you are?
What happened today? Back in the
day they used to follow the stars
Spillin so much you gotta catch it in
bottles and jars
And make MCs eat their words and
swallow their bars
Oh my god
[Talib Kweli and background singer]
Kweli and I'm (bright as the stars that
shine)
Mos Def is (bright as the stars that
shine)
(that's what I'm talkin about, yeah)
Black Star is (bright as the stars that
shine)
(and you notice, yo)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars)
[Mos Def]
Uh it's me (who?) Mos, the most
beautiful, plain and unusual
Black Star rockin with that hot shit
you're movin to
Massively musical that creep into your
tuner to
The top of the dial shit, that you don't
know my style shit
It's what them Brooklyn niggaz stay
on foul wit'
No matter what the scene is
surroundin
Yo, whether I'm on the grind or
loungin
I'm live and he say that I'm foundin
Must suffer all the niggaz I'm down
wit'
This announcement gon' keep the
ghetto bouncin
Where people find pleasure in
measurements and ounces
Midwest, big stress is more houses
Down South slangin the twang that
it's pronounced in
East on that foul shit, West, they
straight clownin
Black Star got the shit they all get
down wit'
Don't tell me you gonna seen or been
around in
(Mos Def) Terror stricken on your
block
I am the mucher worker with the
hottest hand
I keep it cookin like pots and pans
I know that haters got their plots and
scams
But they simply can't stop my clan
It's mighty Mos and super Kwa, my
man
Black Star my fam
About to move on the hearts of man
Until a small heart of hearts expand
Newer day, dog start the jam
And I spit flame that spark the jam
Heavy hittin shit across the fence
In other words I'm of the wall with this
I drop heavy jewels and ornaments
To make 'em shine a little more with
this
[Talib Kweli and background singer]
Black Star is (bright as the stars that
shine)
Mos Def is (bright as the stars that
shine)
Kweli is (bright as the stars that shine)
(I wanna hear the guitar)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars
that shine)
(yeah, come on, yeah)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars
that shine)
(yeah, what we do, what we do, yo)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars
that shine)
(yeah, Brooklyn, uh)
Keep hip hop (bright as the stars)
And all my people is (bright as the
stars that shine)
(come on, everybody in the house
tonight, yeah)
And all my people is (bright as the
stars that shine)
(yeah, take it with me now, uh)
And all my people is (bright as the
stars that shine)
(yeah, I'm feelin this one, come on)
And all my people is (bright as the
stars that shine)
(how we do it yall, uh)
(bright as the stars that shine)
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