Lyrics Definition - Blackstar

Definition

Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, lawd have mercy
All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say
Say hi-tek yes youre ruling hip-hop
Say j.
rawls yes youre ruling hip-hop
Redefinition say youre ruling hip-hop
Say black star come to rock it non…
Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me and kweli close like, bethlehem and nazareth
After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk
Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin
Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments
Cause all my brooklyn residents,?
heavy regiments
Dont believe, here the evidence, where brooklyn whaaaaaaaoohhhh
See that?
bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib kweli e-kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at
Brooklyn new york city where they paint murals of biggie
In cash we trust cause its ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, its intense
Tree scents is dominant cant be covered with incense
My presence felt my name is kweli from the eternal reflection
People thinkin mc is short hand for mis conception
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate
Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body
You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like sade
Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary
And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary
Third rate teacher readin and talkin about,
«i knew hed amount to nothin»
Neighbors like, «he was the quiet type,
Whod have thought they was frontin?
«Talkin +loud+ like you in rca, get carted away
With body parts and treys, what a way to start your day
Yo its like
Chorus: mos def and talib kweli
One two three
Mos def and talib kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop, wyahhhhh
I said one two three
Its kind of dangerous to be a emcee
They shot tupac and biggie
Too much violence in hip-hop, wyahhhhh
I said manhattan keep on makin it (bo!), brooklyn keep on takin it (bo!)
So relax were takin it back, redhook where were livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin
It aint about production and -- what else we discussin?
When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed
Colossal, true original b-boy apostle
Standin on the rooftop with the, zulu gestapo
You think you the shit
Somebody in the wingsll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click
Or some random kid you smoked buddha with
Consider me the entity within the industry without a history
Of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life
Expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of e-kweli-ty
People follow me and other cats they hear him flow
And assume Im the real one with lyrics like Im cyrano
Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from pluto
Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the +cheaters+
A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers
You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us
(line for line) good jesus, mos def and kweli just
Make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up