Mos Def

Mos Def - Hip Hop

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Come on y'all let's rock this!
 You say one for the trebble  two for the time
 Come on!

 Speech is my hammer  bang the world into shape
 Now let it fall... (Hungh!!)
 My restlessness is my nemesis
 It's hard to really chill and sit still
 Committed to page  I write rhymes
 Sometimes won't finish for days
 Scrutinize my literature  from the large to the miniature
 I mathematically add-minister
 Subtract the wack
 Selector, wheel it back, I'm feeling that
 (Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
 You know the motto
 Stay fluid even in staccato
 (Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
 Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
 There's the hum, young man where you from
 Brooklyn number one
 Native son, speaking in the native tongue
 I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
 While you still try to follow where it is
 I'm on the Ave where it lives and dies
 Violently, silently
 Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
 Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
 Used to speak the king's English
 But caught a rash on my lips
 So now my chat just like dis
 Long range from the base-line (switch)
 Move like an apparition
 Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)
 Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
 Putting food on your plate
 Many crews can relate
 Who choosing your fate (yo)
 We went from picking cotton
 To chain gang line chopping
 To Be-Bopping
 To Hip-Hopping
 Blues people got the blue chip stock option
 Invisible man, got the whole world watching
 (where ya at) I'm high, low, east, west,
 All over your map
 I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
 Where you can either get paid or get shot
 When your product in stock
 The fair-weather friends flock
 When your chart position drop
 Then the phone calls....
 Chill for a minute
 Let's see whoelse tops
 Snatch your shelf spot
 Don't gas yourself ock
 The industry just a better built cell block
 A long way from the shell tops
 And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...)

 *scratching*

 Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
 The out of court settlement
 Ad space for liquor
 Sick without benefits (hungh!)
 Luxury tenements choking the skyline
 It's low life getting tree-top high
 Here there's a back water remedy
 Bitter intent to memory
 A class E felony
 Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
 Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
 Violently competitive, a school unacredited
 The break beats you get broken with
 on time and inappropriate
 Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it
 Medicine for loneliness
 Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
 Propers to B-Boys getting busy
 The war-time snap shot
 The working man's jack-pot
 A two dollar snack box
 Sold beneath the crack spot
 Olympic spnosor of the black glock
 Gold medalist in the back shot
 From the sovereign state of the have-nots
 Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
 It's all city like phase two
 Hip Hop will simply amaze you
 Craze you, pay you
 Do whatever you say do
 But black, it can't save you
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Author: Dante Smith, Joseph Kirkland, David Axelrod, Michael T. Axelrod

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rawkus Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Black on Both Sides (1999)

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