| You say one for the trebble, two for the time
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| Come on y’all let’s rock this!
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| You say one for the trebble, two for the time
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| Come on!
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| Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape
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| Now let it fall… (Hungh!!)
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| My restlessness is my nemesis
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| It’s hard to really chill and sit still
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| Committed to page, I write rhymes
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| Sometimes won’t finish for days
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| Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature
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| I mathematically add-minister
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| Subtract the wack
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| Selector, wheel it back, I’m feeling that
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| (Ha ha ha) From the core to the perimeter black,
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| You know the motto
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| Stay fluid even in staccato
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| (Mos Def) Full blooded, full throttle
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| Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow
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| There’s the hum, young man where you from
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| Brooklyn number one
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| Native son, speaking in the native tongue
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| I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is)
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| While you still try to follow where it is
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| I’m on the Ave where it lives and dies
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| Violently, silently
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| Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse
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| Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips
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| Used to speak the king’s English
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| But caught a rash on my lips
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| So now my chat just like dis
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| Long range from the base-line (switch)
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| Move like an apparition
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| Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-POW)
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| Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape
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| Putting food on your plate
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| Many crews can relate
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| Who choosing your fate (yo)
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| We went from picking cotton
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| To chain gang line chopping
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| To Be-Bopping
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| To Hip-Hopping
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| Blues people got the blue chip stock option
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| Invisible man, got the whole world watching
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| (where ya at) I’m high, low, east, west,
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| All over your map
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| I’m getting big props, with this thing called hip hop
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| Where you can either get paid or get shot
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| When your product in stock
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| The fair-weather friends flock
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| When your chart position drop
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| Then the phone calls…
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| Chill for a minute
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| Let’s see whoelse tops
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| Snatch your shelf spot
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| Don’t gas yourself ock
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| The industry just a better built cell block
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| A long way from the shell tops
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| And the bells that L rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock…)
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| Hip Hop is prosecution evidence
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| The out of court settlement
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| Ad space for liquor
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| Sick without benefits (hungh!)
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| Luxury tenements choking the skyline
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| It’s low life getting tree-top high
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| Here there’s a back water remedy
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| Bitter intent to memory
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| A class E felony
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| Facing the death penalty (hungh!)
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| Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive
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| Violently competitive, a school unacredited
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| The break beats you get broken with
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| on time and inappropriate
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| Hip Hop went from selling crack to smoking it Medicine for loneliness
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| Remind me of Thelonius and Dizzy
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| Propers to B-Boys getting busy
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| The war-time snap shot
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| The working man’s jack-pot
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| A two dollar snack box
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| Sold beneath the crack spot
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| Olympic spnosor of the black glock
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| Gold medalist in the back shot
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| From the sovereign state of the have-nots
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| Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo)
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| It’s all city like phase two
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| Hip Hop will simply amaze you
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| Craze you, pay you
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| Do whatever you say do But black, it can’t save you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hip Hop , by - Mos Def. Song from the album Black On Both Sides, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп