(feat. Mos Def, Mad Skillz)



[Mad Skillz (Mr. Eon)]

Yeah.. uhh..

What it look like?  Mad Skillz

Uhh.. Mr. Eon (The Mighty Mos Def)

The Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection)

Coast to coast (from '88 to '99)

What? .. What? What? What?



[Mos Def]

It's on fire tonight

Everything on my side is lookin alright

It's high power original, b-boy traditional

Raw bass material, huh, when individual

true brand imperial you're hearin on your stereo

Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial

Sit BACK, and listen, you ain't, in no position

to deal with my condition-al mentally and physical

Strength is indivisible, crews be comin pitiful

Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual

Ock, I'm not FEELIN YOU; don't know what your label

tellin you -- or what magic beans they sellin you

I can flow, you can't though, example

of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah)

Who be bitchin out to A&R demands so

you can collect your little petty cash advance HOE

You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me

I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T



[Chorus: Mos Def] [singing]



It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin

and the poppers was poppin, and the breakers was breakin

And it won't be long til everybody know that

b-boys rock the document!  (document)



[Mad Skillz]

Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death

I'm foul, plus I'm winnin, you think I shot the ref?

Rock a vest if you out of turn speakin

Cause I'm right there like nightmares;

I catch MC's while they sleepin

I'm back -- these rap cats is wildin

Got em in the studio poppin valiums, remasterin they album

I'm about to re-up and restructure the case

You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced

I got plans for this rap game (uh-huh)

Put your head in the toilet and look son,

if you think my shit done changed

My shit is, out of your range, rip you out of your frame

Cop your tape, and the next day, copped an exchange

If you ain't, rockin raw, what you rockin for??

Without heat, y'all MC's, ain't hot no more

So for you lame cats tryin to put your hit out

try rockin back and forth --

it might be easier to get your shit out!



[Chorus]



[Mr. Eon]

I'm Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through

Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-du

Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones

Wackest MC's, we pee on those

No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique

That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek

Claimin they Godzilla's when they really Godzooki

Got a mill' from Charlie Brown, when I kidnapped Snoopy

Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance

Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance

in accordance, with all the laws from the cordless

Starbuck coming through, leavin any pimp whoreless

Stereo stompin -- defeatin me is like

Latrell chokin up John Thompson, Charles Bronson

had a Death Wish for this next to left shit

Leavin all these hot air MC's breathless



[Chorus]



[Mos Def]

I said b-boys rock the document (..ument ..ument) [echoes]



[DJ scratches "b-boy, document"]