Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wylin Out, artist - Mos Def.
Date of issue: 04.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wylin Out |
My mind compliance like a science |
Analyze my data, not a fader on the face of the earth |
Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin |
Ever-movin like evolution it’s retribution |
For sellin roots, lessen futures, I’m steppin to fuse? |
ya Sun rises my subconsciousness culminates constant |
Live to see various i-de-ologies, angles like isosceles |
read my auto-b-i-ography |
So many stars? |
to me that vibrantly shine |
Velocity’s properly thick like mahogany dimes |
We findin beauty in this urban-gritty usually overlooked by many |
Movin through the densely populated city |
And soon and eventually — 'we gotta get ova' |
I document culture closer to the edge |
Bolder than a print, open to interpretation, gazin deep into the glitz? |
To my people, raise you fists |
I know it stays intent, whatever pays your rent, but saves your soul |
You know the drill, it go: |
Hotter than most dudes |
From left to right, on top and below you |
Flow like the coastals, move like smoke do -I'm Diverse- these other cats is just hopefuls |
When they ask who put it down, baby, you know who |
Tell your whole crew, it’s somethin that you need to know, dude |
This is how we go through |
Who the poisoned pen? |
Mos got the inkwell full of syrum |
Prescribed for any emcee claimin they ill |
A small dose’ll change the way that they feel |
Milligrams in the raw, snow-cut, check how I label the pill |
It’s MD, the spit-doctor, chant like a witch-doctor |
Recite me, and ya whole ailment get proper |
I’m the, medicine man, representin my clan |
Mixin the potion with verse fire and simmer, my man |
And stay shoutin out the home team wherever I am: |
it’s the B-R-O double akh-K-L-wY-liN out |
The cowboys who don’t fret to pull they lamas? |
out |
Ironhorse style cab?, hoop-te ville ridin out |
No lights, no cam, action — drama’d out |
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out, absorb the shit that I’m about |
Inner-city Bruno, ghetto folks, holla out |
I’m good money, tell the doubters get they wallets out |
Hot when the dice is out, they go broke findin out |
Smack ya mojo, caught a half of 'oh no' |
Magical vocals, get it down like coastals? |
Underground nigga that spoke truth and broke through |
Shine bright when I’m far from my close-to |
I told you, you know how Mos do Hotter than most dudes |
From left to right, on top and below you |
Flow like the coastals, move like smoke do -I'm Mos Def- them other cats is just hopefuls |
When they ask who put it down, baby, you know who |
Tell your whole crew, it’s somethin that you need to know, dude |
This is how we go through |
Exposed to a higher set of variables, as fly as aerial |
Definin stereo components, moments with my master |
Remasterin techniques, havin some fresh sheets |
Damagin margins with a broader outlook — 'we lookin out, y’all' |
Me and Mr. Mighty Mos, we outlaws |
Blazin in the saddle, raisin like the mornin star, formin majestic |
Candescent like the street l&s, I-be-&ed to inn-o-vate |
Reminiscent of technology, probably just my will to build |
To real notions of emotions similar to the seven seas |
Steadily sparkin cables, tables turnin like the high tide |
I’m captive to this music, vastness, into it i skydive |
Tumblin like buildings crumblin on inner-cities cumbersome |
They comin to run us out, my niggas shout for justice |
You wanna link with me, then let me know |
This music is like my vessel so we seem to be inseparable |
From C-?Sea?-town, headed eastbound |
You know the rest, it go: |
Hotter than most dudes |
From left to right, on top and below you |
Flow like the coastals, move like smoke do -It's D-I- these other cats is just hopefuls |
When they ask who put it down, baby, you know who |
Tell your whole crew, it’s somethin that you need to know, dude |
This is how we go through |