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[ VERSE 1: Mos Def ]
Well it`s the ill funk freaker, keynote speaker
To make a crowd jump up and outshout Eureka!
Gold-struck, I make a whole staff go (buck-)
nuts when I represent the cuts on the struck, what
Niggaz wanna start beef and throw a fit
And puffin out they chest when they can`t sing a hit
Shit, son, you know you need to stop that shit
Son, you know you need to stop that shit
Gettin too hot, you `bout to catch a ill crash landin
I take you to places beyond your deepest understanding
If there`s a hell below, then fuck it, we can go
But I really doub that
You can find your route back
It`s the outback ranger, sound shape arranger
Spells danger to any punk fakin the funk that got the vapes
With the bump to make your backbone hump
You mistook me for a chump, nigga, you must be drunk
Like a bum on the bus you can play in the rear
Kid, you drink too much beer to even mermit my fear
I`m always shinin light bright cause my mind is clear
I got the crisp vocal tone for the world to hear
I flash a grin cause once again the losers can`t win
Even as ( ? ) I exhibit and promise
So please, you can act surprised if you want
That Mos is a pro, not a dilettant
Call me the pro-active mack with the ludicrously fat shit
That never fail to twist a nigga cap backwards
Being ( ? ) numb to the hum of a drum
When the M-o-s come batty done, so run
Deserve a word like phenomenon
Like that
[ CHORUS: Mos Def ]
We are UTD and
This is our way of livin
We rock and shock the party
With the vibes that we be givin
So where ya at y`all?
Where ya at?
Where ya at y`all
Where ya at?
[ VERSE 2: Ces ]
I got the book of rhyme pages for all types of ages
All types of phrases, I been to mad places
I guess that means that I been around
I got the ear for the sound, the sound of the underground
I`m not lost and could never be found
I give my man a pound from the love and respect
A brother try to diss me, I put his ass in check
I yoked him by the neck cause I don`t go for the disrespect
Black, you don`t even know me like that
But if you wanna blow we can go to combat
So - so - so - so
Don`t never even think about jerkin me
I got mad grip with the UTD
A brother baby boo and the QCD
Now when I flow I drop the b-o-m-b
Cause it`s like that, what, yes it`s like that
It`s like that, what, yes it`s like that
It`s like that - well what is it like?
What is it like when I pick up the mic
I attract and excite at night like dynamite
I got a brother so heated that he was ready to fight
So I gotta keep the grip that`s tight, aight
I walk through the street swiftly and safely
But you never catch me with my shit locked on safety
Cause I gotta be ready, be ready for the bomb
Be ready to throw down, be ready to get it on
(It`s a shame) Now brothers is trife in this life
And I already been through enough strains and strife
A brother tried to play me and `do me baby` like Silk
The joke was on him, he didn`t know that I was drinkin milk
So I ripped and pulled until I flexed
My eyes turned red so he could see that I was vexed
I caught wreck and then I yoked him by the neck
I loved him like a reject, full of neglect
So who`s next to contest
You don`t want it but you`re on it
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: DCQ ]
Well let`s take it down to the nitty gritty
The dot-dot-ditty from the fourth largest city
Where is that? Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy region
The U is comin through with the freshest this season
Even kill, it`s all real, you know the deal
Say what you will and do how you feel
It`s the Brakalak bop, blowin up spots
Just be cautious, cause the shit is type hot
Book page turner, teach and learner
Givin niggaz heart ( ? ) without the fuckin burner
Constantly keepin it on the one
Cause the god`s only doin what must be done
From cipher to born we got it goin on
(Yo D, watch your bars, god, we runnin too long)
Peace, you see I`m out of time
Niggaz gotta go for theirs, yo, I went for mine
[ CHORUS ]
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