(Lee Majors)
This is....a Bush Babee... Exclusive ya`ll.
De La, Bush Babees, yeah, yeah, check it!
(Mos Def)
Comin` wit it, comin` wit it,
comin`, comin`, comin`, comin` `wit it.
I been all around the world and back again.
All I want is piece of mind.
I been all around the world and back again.
All I want is piece of mind.
Love, love, and we don`t stop!
Love, love everybody!
Love, love! Love! Love! Love!
Please, everybody.
(Lee Majors)
Hip hop`s last desciple.
Your rhymes are tampered wit` like the bible.
My ill recitle, marks the genesis.
The nemesis flows malicious.
On Schindlers lists`s with astericks`s.
The ficticious, I get suspicious. He`s born vicious.
For the list`ners.....I`m complex.
R&B singers love to show off they bird chest.
Shirtless, and worthless.
Respect a truer living.
My tax dollars run your whole filthy religion.
It gets sick when I catch `em slippin`.
They frontin` hard. Bring your crew son.
Laced up wit` words from god.
It`s Lee Major!
I snatch the earth, and make the world believe.
C`mon now!
Ya`ll fuckin` with these super MC`s. So please
David Merse, I`ll make your crew disperse.
Word is born. Pot holes, I`ll stomp a cannon in your lawn.
Sing along! It`s that same old song.
You ain`t tough to step up.
In native toungues I`ll have to call that bluff
(Dove)
Ay yo!
Straight out the laboratory.
`Got a bag of stories, for you fairy tale niggas.
I excersize this love into the fine figures.
We cuttin heads like the scissors.
Excuse me mista tally-man come tally up these digits.
Secure it like we live it.
No need to play it minor.
Up on you like your favorite designer.
>From here to ocean liner..
I can please it cooler than cooley. Ya mooley!
Ya foolin` yourself. Only dependin` on wealth.
See you can shake it salt n` pep`, but I can`t taste your spice.
You got the evil all up in you like dice.
I keep the vision pricise.
And send these critters out to Candy, Calcutta.
Fuck the butter! See we make the persona.
And our kids lovin` out the solar galac`.
So pull the rope for no slack.
This second shot is to my man pharoah track.
Out of the seven-eighteen,
we meet the fifty-one-six on all sides.
And touch grounds to marinade with the five.
Check it out!
(Mos Def)
I been all around the world and back again.
All I want is piece of mind.
I been all around the world and back again.
All I want is piece of mind.
Love, love, and we don`t stop!
Love, love everybody!
Love, love! Love! Love! Love!
Please, everybody.
(Posdnous)
Yes ya`ll.
Well I shall....proceed,....and continue....to make you bleed.
It`s the anthem of the evil that knows your creed.
That`s why I made sure to inform my seed.
That if the world looks scary, it`s because it is.
Filled with scary young niggas takin` yours, and his,
and hers. Send a sign, helps to get this heard.
Worldwide it`s hard to send.
I`ll be the former fifty-two man.
Over-standing color and demeanor.
On the browns of L.I. Sound
To the greens of Medina
Where DCQ an` two, we holdin` down fort.
We got a quart of love stationed in the wagon. Right
Drinkin` an` braggin`.
Some puffin` wear they outfit pants saggin`.
Rhymes tight, I got another lighter to burn.
Lessons learned.
Coast to coast!
I pass to mighty Mos Def
(Mos Def)
North, south, to the east to west.
Well I don`t know what I been told.
But nowaday you can`t believe everything that you hear.
Skeezoids, tabloid like A Current Affair.
Objects in the mirror closer than they appear.
Sometimes the world feel like it`s a real cartoon.
I woke up in fresh air just to comsume bus fumes.
niggas screamin` `bout they cream that they tryin` to get.
The same issh different day, is still the same issh.
Whenever el`s get lit, man your focus get split.
And then you start seein` double an` get caught in the bubble.
Pop music is what rap get confused wit`.
Same hand you play to win be the hand you lose wit`.
Who`s this? It`s the mighty Mos Def yall.
To make you raise your hand high an` say yes yall.
This ain`t no stale fairy tale it`s funk-fresh yall.
Accent the nerve wit` my verb. Like, Yes pa!
I been all around the world and back again.
All I want is piece of mind.
I been all around the world and back again.
All I want is piece of mind.
Love, love, and we don`t stop!
Love, love everybody!
Love, love! Love! Love! Love!
Please, everybody.
(Mr. Man)
I been around your sun twenty-two times and still counting
Still rolling
I got that shit to keep your whole planet bouncin`-
Bounce -off it`s axis. Relax cause the fact is spreaden`.
Rap till the ends I`m deaden`.
Wit` the illest ryhme heard this side of the sun.
My man walks around the planet makin` money, havin` fun.
I walk around the earth makin` these rappers piss they pants.
Cuz` finance without substance is a nuisance.
See nowadays the pen is mightier than the sword.
So even when my style is free, you can`t afford-
-to have stepped. I dash your whole rep to pieces.
I used to pray to Jesus.
But I found too many creases in that thesis.
So now it`s the Elo on the war path.
As long as light shines I still be droppin` more math-
-than kids in college, who couldn`t handle the preesure.
So spread the news around town like Sarah Lee Kesler.
Word!
(Mos Def & Big Lite)
We get love.
Yeah! Yeah! Bush Babees again!
We get love.
Keep it movin` for real.
We get lo-loove!
Lance an` De La Soul.
We get love.
I got a big up dere`
Pos an` Mase
We get love.
Yeah, for real!
We get love.
Mos Def in are de place again
We get love.
Lee Major.
We get love.
aye an` I one time
We get love.
An` Mr. man.
Hey dere` Rudebwoy talk ta` dem`.
