(feat. Mos Def)



Ahhhhhhh



Speak my mind

just to reach your mind

tap a tempo off the instrumental

just to get the drum line

you know it's my time

reel up and rewind

get off that cheap wine

swingning on my grapevine

you heard a brother

worthy to create rhymes

I take it further than a murder

or I hate crime

don't hate on me

what have you done for me lately

Beside to baith me assume and mistakely

Too abstract than a backpack

to super underground with the beats and rats

cause I refuse to bust gatts

and wather down my raps

to get me caught up in a trap

and set me years back. Fuck that!



[Mos Def:]

Yeah right from the start

remember that feeling

the way the Hip-Hop used to make you feel

so real like

getting first signed

then the first time you heard Planet Rock

Word is over, the God

Staten Island, for real... for real



I heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't shit

Them niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clip

They never claimed thug or a pimp

Them niggas never made the attempt

Hey yo, they ain't all that

men Six members men and four of them black

what kind of racist statement is that

they need to change their views

start talking about the clubbing they do

thats the reason we ain't fucking with you

today's artist is tough

talking loud, this isn't enough... yeah

let's talk about the guns you bust

Nigga, the crack you cut

or all the cars that you bought wholesale

or the niggas rattling your cold tail

I've been keeping it real

let's talk about the ash you feel

now thats the way to get mass appeal

Ya'll ain't heard that wow

the brothers ain't feeling your style

you get stoned play over the radio right now



Where we at

Wh...Whe...Wher...Where we at (YA)

Where we at



Don't deny me, diss or austrsize me

cause it's likely I'm all up in your sight gee

It's unreal how you deal and threat us

your bunch of beleivers

I can tell just by the way you retreath

cactus is a discreed fact

they heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack

so you could put your seat back

pick up your feet and bring facts

rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap

cause your either bling-bliging or your next tails rigning (dring)

either way it goes, fat baby ain't signing

the game ain't over until we all get shined

I mean you do your thing and I do mine