Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Universal Magnetic, artist - Mos Def.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Universal Magnetic |
Yeah, ha ha ha |
A-B-boys rock the world |
CD’s and tapes help generate papes |
E-F is the important Def |
G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC |
Roll off the tongue like L-M-N-O-P |
And when I am done you will agree |
Mos Def represent most definitely |
Jesus what I used to rock it in '83 |
Drank up all the Kool-Aid at the block party |
Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady |
Wash this be the brown shoe on TV |
But now it’s not dis and it’s on like THIS |
My name is Mos Def, this is good as it gets |
Baby I make you rub your lips like sardines and grits |
My what still hits even when the record skip |
Even when the record skip |
Even when the record skip |
I don’t quit, I don’t quit |
We bout to make this one a sure hit |
Sean J. make the party people feel it |
(Ladies and gentlemen, we’d like to introduce a very |
Interesting young man that has traveled from very far |
Away to be with us tonight) |
Ha ha ha, what uh-huh |
There is such a place, that creates such a melody BROOKLYN |
No ladies it’s a living dream, it’s a living dream, it’s a living dream |
LOVE LIKE THIS |
Recognize all area crew, whether you speak Japanese or Goony Goo Goo |
Son when I come through, other rappers boo-hoo |
Cuz they know they style’s soft like baby doo-doo |
I will continue, to hit like a fifth of stolen Naya |
Puttin jokers on ice to get the cream like Breyer |
No secret, Mos Def is the one that hunts a Mya |
I get in my stance and set the dance on FIRE |
Spread out my wings and I take the world HIGHER |
Peace to the fam magnetic in the Chi |
Job-on, top Sean and my man Ahtu |
And all my other clan who reside in the Zoo |
Got a celebrated oatmeal broadcast crew |
Mos Def gon keep it naked like Um Fu-Fu (ANDY!!) |
Put it here to the tape like crazy glue |
So when they bounce out of speakers they stick to you |
The way that I communicate is non-typical |
But high level like a 3-D visual |
I hold the mic extensive, exhibit level and dimension |
I radiate the space like a up-right bass |
Son I leave crews laced and escape wit no trace |
Sound official like the finish time at a horse race |
Here to put it in place, for the nine-uno-seis |
Mos Def set the pace, make your fam give chase |
Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific |
It’s like that and you don’t stop |
It goes onto the rhythm you don’t stop |
Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic B-BOY, scientific y’all |
You don’t stop, it goes onto the rhythm bust it Baby it’s in my chromosomes to ROCK |
Microphones sets who wanna test the M-O |
Best to leave that *nigga* alone |
I make no bones or poems about droppin bars |
I make the world full swing under the Mos Def YES |
I ring the alarm like tennis sore |
My style hella-raw, I keep it raw bone like Skeletor |
And you should go and tell your clientele |
That they need to get The Message like Melle Mel |
I got the -- locked like a Death Row show |
And if I ain’t a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (ding ding) |
So tell your boy, (what) crew to retire |
Before I make they *ass* catch fire like Richard Pryor |
Nondescriptive fiendin for riches, callin earths *bitches* |
But most of y’all brothers is livin wit your mothers |
Your Boogie Man yankin up your covers |
Sharper than some new box cutters, on Parkay’s and butters |
And Stevie Wonder’s, to make you run and tell the others |
The beat lovers, and play my jam like the numbers |
Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat |
I’m bout to tap it on your shoulder cuz you got to know |
Now raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific |
Like that, and you don’t stop |
It goes onto the rhythm you don’t stop |
And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic B-BOY, (hooo!!) scientific |
You don’t stop, it goes onto the rhythm you don’t stop |
Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific |
Like that, and you don’t stop |
It go onto the rhythm you don’t stop |
Now raise your hands in the air everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic in a b-boy stance |