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 hotdog 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