Yes sir, yes sir, you know the run-ins
Excellence always, Brooklyn embassy
(Exclusive)
Black star shining
You are now rockin' with the best
Brooklyn's own, Brooklyn's only
M, O, S definite, big shot out to cash money
Shya Medina Green
Listen, 3 words for the con, no you aren't
Smoke, smoke but your no cigar
Soon as Mos hit the open market
The ghetto know the coppa
Get on my back like an open warrant
Brooklyn sick so retarded
Hop on the phone
And you told your partner
Hop off of him and told yo mama
Got no type of hope
It's problems happen a folk
It's harder, get out your rhyme book
And smoke some skama
Ever far you go, I'm going harder
Understand, I rock today
Like it's no tomorrow
Last year my catalog
Was so impressive that
This year my rookie card's
A great investment
Am I hot, nigga?
Change the question
Are you hotter than me?
See we could take out
The product and see
Y'all don't want no drama
With me without a part in a film
A director and a call from the guild
Y'all don't want no problems for real
So why you spittin' a beat?
Y'all youngin', don't y'all
Need to be sleep?
Secretly I'm that nigga
That you dreamin' to be
It ain't as easy as that?
There's only one Mos
Leave it at that
Whatever shine you had
I'm leaving with that
I give a fat babies ass
Where your peoples is at
Or where your heaters is at
You fuck around and catch
A leak in your back
Get a hot dog you need to relax
Don't get beaten up 'cause of rap
And don't get mad at me 'cause your wack
Shit, genetic is the reason for that
You ain't seeing me, I'm seeing to that
I'm from the brightest
Hottest star to ever be on the map
And that's the B, R, O
Y'all don't want no trouble rest
Mighty mother fucker Mos Def
Like that, now get with it niggas
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