people in the back, jam on it To all my people on the side, jam on it So jam on it, ha ha, ha ha You see my name is Mos Def and my style will never
On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East Polo drawers, velour headband, Geneva convertible couch In the back with the two nightstands I'm the man, nigga, when I come
Bud commercials We saw the yellow ribbons, saw pilots in prison We never saw films of the dead at eleven Angela Davis addressed the spectators And shouting
devils The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the back Rip poetical flows upon the track My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back and
And tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, what Repeat 1 Yo, yo, yo, yo Feel me come through hard so y'all hear me Turn back? never, rap vendetta
I address y'all Or like a stylist Nobodies fly is this You crazy, im getting brain like a psychiatrist [Chorus] And Ima Keep f**kin this word til ya muthaf**kaz come
' vans, different lands, we doin' the same thing, It's time to pay the piper, freestyles for decipher, Ain't no volunteer, look how far we got here, I been in places that you never
from the back with this nickle plated wood Up and down like a roller coaster From your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin', never
with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East' Polo drawers, valour headband, Genova convertible couch In the back, with the two nightstands I'm the man, nigga, when I come
and address on the package wrong But fuck it, it never lasted long Why the fuck do you think I'm spitting this harrasid song? We never got back together, Never
comes And then the weaker pumping jumping Feel your body drubbing As the weakest pumping jumping Track his family dawn in him Nigga the eardrum pumping don't get real I'm back
for mom to come home But you give me shout when you're passin' through And I'll surely be happy to come back to you Well, I came back and I said before
So you want to run, deny No time to sit and rest or re-address All that comes to you When you're picturing the nest And he never understands, that the
on tape I'm running to catch up to that old VW They're leaning out the back You've never heard of fiction You've never heard of fact Way back when
'm the overweight aphrodisiac I only lick two and pass if your trees be black I leave the promoters screaming, "Won't you please be back?" Detonating till bell-bottom Lee's come back
shared one last cigarette and swapped false addresses Jeanette, you know, know, know, I'll never forget you Jeanette, you know, know, know, I'll never
The way you break yo' back and I break yo' neck And the way you try to put it on the floor for me (Come on) Come on (Come on) Oh yeah Tell me where
by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done Whoever come murder fest, one of the best I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address I come
