| Yeah, ha ha ha
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| A-B-boys rock the world
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| CD’s and tapes help generate papes
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| E-F is the important Def
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| G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC
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| Roll off the tongue like L-M-N-O-P
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| And when I am done you will agree
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| Mos Def represent most definitely
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| Jesus what I used to rock it in '83
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| Drank up all the Kool-Aid at the block party
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| Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady
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| Wash this be the brown shoe on TV
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| But now it’s not dis and it’s on like THIS
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| My name is Mos Def, this is good as it gets
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| Baby I make you rub your lips like sardines and grits
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| My what still hits even when the record skip
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| Even when the record skip
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| Even when the record skip
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| I don’t quit, I don’t quit
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| We bout to make this one a sure hit
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| Sean J. make the party people feel it
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| (Ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to introduce a very
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| Interesting young man that has traveled from very far
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| Away to be with us tonight)
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| Ha ha ha, what uh-huh
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| There is such a place, that creates such a melody BROOKLYN
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| No ladies it’s a living dream, it’s a living dream, it’s a living dream
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| LOVE LIKE THIS
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| Recognize all area crew, whether you speak Japanese or Goony Goo Goo
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| Son when I come through, other rappers boo-hoo
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| Cuz they know they style’s soft like baby doo-doo
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| I will continue, to hit like a fifth of stolen Naya
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| Puttin jokers on ice to get the cream like Breyer
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| No secret, Mos Def is the one that hunts a Mya
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| I get in my stance and set the dance on FIRE
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| Spread out my wings and I take the world HIGHER
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| Peace to the fam magnetic in the Chi
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| Job-on, top Sean and my man Ahtu
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| And all my other clan who reside in the Zoo
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| Got a celebrated oatmeal broadcast crew
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| Mos Def gon keep it naked like Um Fu-Fu (ANDY!!)
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| Put it here to the tape like crazy glue
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| So when they bounce out of speakers they stick to you
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| The way that I communicate is non-typical
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| But high level like a 3-D visual
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| I hold the mic extensive, exhibit level and dimension
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| I radiate the space like a up-right bass
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| Son I leave crews laced and escape wit no trace
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| Sound official like the finish time at a horse race
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| Here to put it in place, for the nine-uno-seis
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| Mos Def set the pace, make your fam give chase
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| Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific
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| It’s like that and you don’t stop
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| It goes onto the rhythm you don’t stop
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| Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic B-BOY, scientific y’all
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| You don’t stop, it goes onto the rhythm bust it Baby it’s in my chromosomes to ROCK
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| Microphones sets who wanna test the M-O
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| Best to leave that *nigga* alone
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| I make no bones or poems about droppin bars
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| I make the world full swing under the Mos Def YES
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| I ring the alarm like tennis sore
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| My style hella-raw, I keep it raw bone like Skeletor
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| And you should go and tell your clientele
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| That they need to get The Message like Melle Mel
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| I got the -- locked like a Death Row show
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| And if I ain’t a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (ding ding)
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| So tell your boy, (what) crew to retire
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| Before I make they *ass* catch fire like Richard Pryor
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| Nondescriptive fiendin for riches, callin earths *bitches*
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| But most of y’all brothers is livin wit your mothers
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| Your Boogie Man yankin up your covers
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| Sharper than some new box cutters, on Parkay’s and butters
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| And Stevie Wonder’s, to make you run and tell the others
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| The beat lovers, and play my jam like the numbers
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| Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat
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| I’m bout to tap it on your shoulder cuz you got to know
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| Now raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific
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| Like that, and you don’t stop
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| It goes onto the rhythm you don’t stop
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| And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic B-BOY, (hooo!!) scientific
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| You don’t stop, it goes onto the rhythm you don’t stop
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| Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific
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| Like that, and you don’t stop
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| It go onto the rhythm you don’t stop
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| Now raise your hands in the air everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic in a b-boy stance |