*Trugoy:*
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 Yeah... Check the vibe y'all  vibe y'all...
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 Dirty  rotten tooth
 Select from the sound booth
 Collect grammer
 Like panhandlers
 On skid row
 My John Doe'll
 Build a vision where thought can go walking
 Without the Devil hawking
 Stakes Is High like weed smoke
 We need folk
 To shed the truth
 To the wide youth
 *Truth Enola:*
 Enola got soul
 To hell with role models, teachers and guardians
 With rock-hard erections, and seven incisions
 Raw intercourse with mother nature
 She likes to bang to the left
 Teach all women and children only the best
 Stakes is Higher than the highest mountain
 Mos Def
 *Mos Def:*
 This is the 21st century, poor shit ain't quaint
 The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint
 I do with some care cause I is who they ain't
 That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat
 Boy, ain't no keeping me back. Yes, Mos Def is the handle
 Try to test and get supressed like a government scandle
 Exhibit is exquisit and a level degrees
 Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees
 *Posdnuos:*
 Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City
 Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty
 Shutting down your rap group, and you best to believe
 Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track
 And ain't no niggas like the one I know
 Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go
 Make me feel I need to by a fo-fo
 (Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though
 *Mos Def:*
 Classic material like Run DMC. At least,
 four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees
 That it's them damn high Stakes
 that make you pump yo' brakes (vibes)
 pump yo' brakes (vibes)
 pump yo' brakes (vibes, vibes)
 Haha...
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 Get with the viggy-vibe ya'll...
 *Posdnuos:*
 Stakes is High...
 You know them Stakes is High, when we dealing with the
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 Stakes is High...
 Man them Stakes is High...
 *Truth Enola:*
 Doctor, I'mma make those house calls and exercise those
 Some people getting burned, playing their toes close
 Fumble-eye sky tumble-ing down, stay humble-eye
 Sidle up and ride. Beware, who you idolize
 Religious hypocrits who give away elbow in the face
 I'm Enola, system solar, Plug One, solely mine
 *Posdnuos:*
 We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail
 Now we think we better ourselves trying to be calm
 When you're puffing that (hay!) in the middle of the barn
 Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mind into yarn
 Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor
 Respecting life, by met up with a little quicker
 And we let the body rock the party
 until the party rocks the body
 Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin
 run in the minds of opposing men
 *Trugoy:*
 Aiyo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say when
 and when to ask why, you accept the [?]
 cause you dwelling in a sty
 Can't face it man to man, son, I see it in your eye
 Conseal it, why try? Display it, when you relay it
 You're just a lie.
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 *Posdnuos:*
 There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks
 But her ex came to town and took back her heart
 And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic
 Caught up in expressions
 and learning lessons of depression
 Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings
 To my little Aya-Mo when she having them dreams
 And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter
 cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat
 Not a treat but a trick to sex in showers
 People kick last days, we in the last hours
 Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long
 til recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone
 But this loss coming through despite who try to see me
 These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy
 Sleazy...
 *Mos Def:*
 Trying to please me with that sex appeal
 When you're livin' in the ghetto man you got to deal
 Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel
 Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to kill
 The on all up in the party cause this rock is real
 Niggas ain't stoppin' to think so they ain't gon' stop the violence
 Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence!"
 Through the projects, they terminate and expect violence
 I rather take it easy, keep it breezy like the Attic
 *Truth Enola:*
 Revi-revolutionize
 We keep it complex, so don't offend
 Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend
 And mobilize devil eyes
 Fight beside [?], you are the type
 For everything in life has a price
 Love black berry molasses
 So smart you're stupid
 Hard heads create soft asses
 *Trugoy:*
 So like molasses...
 That's how you move, and how we prove with that
 Come with the full-pack, to keep it native
 like tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your earth spittins
 Can't write without that excite
 But when you come down, you're shit is dumbfound
 Sounded weak like mundane, someday
 You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece
 Until then cease
 And I'm out like reece
 (Vibes...)
 To get some Reese's Pieces
 Peace
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 Check the...
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