 [Talib Kweli]
Yes..
Every day somebody ask me where
all the real MC's is at?
They underground
There's mad talented cats
underground with that raw shit
Yaknowwhat'msayin? Bringin them
raw skills
YaknowwhatI'm sayin?
Really, to me..
It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why
I'm picky
These niggas suck like hickies
and still get the shit they slip in like
Mickies
I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on
the regulators
With the flavors like a farm team
fucking with the majors
Like a river how I run through it, I do it
so cold
Freezin up your bodily fluids, your
style is old
You runnin your mouth, but don't
really know what you be talkin about
You should retire, get that
complimentary watch, be out!
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you
miss this lyrical fitness
Now get this, these emcees wanna
test me like litmus, bear witness
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops,
and blood clots
My point is, your flow can stop!
By all means, you need more
practice, take that ass home
Everybody lookin at you, fish tank
syndrome
In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep
And keep it blacker than the back of
your neck
What you expect, that shit's hollerin
Cause we developin the followin
Gettin played like stone love tapes
and dollar vans
Order reverse your universe so your
demise is first
Before your rise it gets worse
You need a night nurse like Gregory
Beggin me - stop it hurts! - is what you
say to me
Like that's supposed to mean
somethin?
You the one I seen frontin in the club
Your act I don't buy it, I got the dub
Come on everybody, come on just
show your love
Come on everybody, come on just
show your love
Come on everybody, come on just
show your love
Come on everybody, come on just
show your love
Come on everybody, come on just
show your love
Chorus: *chanted in background*
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated
4X*
[Mos Def]
Visions occupy my synaptic space
Command and shake, to illustrate my
mind's landscape
The tall grass, the low plains, the
mountanous ridges
Thickets among the forests, rivers
beneath the bridges
Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree
tops
Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of
sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came
to observe it
I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to
waste it
Destined to rise, because I'm
basement adjacent
Spirit is still so just chill and be patient
Some heads approach like I'm the
one to base with
Clowns about to scream and shout
but don't say shh..
I ain't your student so I ain't to be
tested
I'm majestic, I represent my strength
without effort
My, method is unorthodox, but of
course it rocks
My serious synopsis will drop kick, my
topics
run the gauntlets and galvanize the
audience
I must represent, I don't come off with
no corniness
It's all luminary, despite commentary
Some people say, Mos how you get
so?
My sign will make you jump around
like calypso
And, murmur to yourself like a schizo
There ain't no bottom on the ???
Chorus
[Talib Kweli]
Come on, come on, come on, come
on
Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the
Blackstar line
We bout to take y'all home.
YaknowwhatImean? Here we go...
We got all markets on lock
From meat to stock
Blackstar, what? throwin like head
rock in bars
Men flock to where we are, cause its
the place to be
Grab my paint, jump on stage and
deface emcees
We sell our souls like Spawn and
come for the drone I sit upon
Freestyle or written songs so we can
get it on!
Going back and forth, fallin back, all
across the track
Passin the mic's like quarterbacks
of course its phat, get off of that!
Reverse psychology got em scared to
say when shit is whack
out of fear of being called a hater,
imagine that!
We ain't havin that reachin past the
star status that you grabbin at
My battle raps blast your ass back to
your natural habitat
So floss, cause what it costs ain't
worth it to me
Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl
emcees Wannabe
But they can't, ain't no points forever,
so why bother?
Cause your girl calls my name out like
Clarence Carter
Clarence Carter, Clarence Carter!
(I be strokin, that's what I be doin)
Aiyyo, as we rock harder
And always drop the bonified head
nodders
Aiyyo, later for the hater-players
Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-
players
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
Chorus
Blackstar keeps shining
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