| Lyrics: | Hey yo man I think that dude's tryin to break into your car
...what?
New
York life... type trife...
That's why I'm tryin to shine the light yo
Here it come
here it come here it come y'all
Mos Def blessed with the breath of life so arise
and give praises
Turn my face to where the mighty sun raises
My book of rhyme pages
filled with phrases that amaze
I could go on for days
First name Dante, last name
Beze
Build the house of tomorrow with bricks of today
My foundation rests on Allah
corner stone
Shine the light throught the mic to radiate your zone
See, the world
that we know is about to get finished
I'm watching last days wind down to final minutes
Got dreams of paradise and my whole fam in it
So I ain't got time to play no crime
lieutenant
Do you got time to play the crime lieutenant?
See time is the asset, how
you gonna spend it
The way you handle yours will be well documented
It's the raw
authentic, sandalwood scented
To make you bump the joint and in beyond city limits
Twenty-first, no time to, approach a thing timid
My name is Mos Def and this is how I get in
it
Chorus:
Hey yo, my man (huh?)....
Somethin tight comin
through the pipe (what?)
You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed
to incline
throughout space and time (yeah)
You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?)
Somethin tight comin on your right (what?)
You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed
To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah)
If you can huh, you can hear it...
If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos'
Shine like black gold,
burn like black coal
Make a old timer roll up her sleeves, now that's cold
Behold,
the one and only has blessed my testimony
Approach the ceremony authentic, never phony
For delf, but never lonely, keep the kinfolk close
Watch me rip it on Pacific and
Atlantic coasts
with the antidote, for the poisonous snake lies wit
Only wimps put
the hiss on tape
You can't get on straight, this is dead on tape
Accompanied by
Shawn J. with the bid on bait
Put the grid on plate, on the ear or tray
Hot damn it
captain Kirk and the Klingons say
You can't sit on stage, you got to get on the M-O-
T-I-V-A-T-E real life, ain't no freebie
My seed can't be needy, no time for freaky-deaky
I'm movin on up like George and Wheezy
Who said that this was easy, they must have
been treetop high
Standin yieldin to our boldfaced lie, we all got to die
So all got
to try, to live life right
in the sight of most high, to live life right
in the
sight of most high, to live life right
in the sight of most high, to live life right in the
sight
Chorus:
Hey yo, my man (huh?)....
Somethin tight comin
through the pipe (what?)
You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed
to incline
throughout space and time (yeah)
You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?)
Somethin tight movin on your right (what?)
You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed
To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah)
If you can huh, you can hear it yo, my
man (huh?)....
Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what?)
You heard the first
time, the rhyme is designed
to incline the pure genuine (yeah)
You don't believe,
lend a ear, yo my man (huh?)
Somethin tight movin on your right (what?)
You heard
the first time, my rhyme is designed
To incline, I hold the fold to shine (yeah)
If
you can huh, you can hear it...
If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos |
