| Light up the sky like the 4th of July
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| Everything in this life son, they’ve got two sides
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| It’s part one (part one) part two (part two)
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| Get together with my crew, and we gon' do
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| Whatever we’ve got to do, uh-huh-UH!
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| Feast for Hi-Teknological, neurological
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| It’s unstoppable, check it out.
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| I’m fantastic, FURIOUS like the Five from B’lawn
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| Brooklyn phenom'
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| Diss all peons, flow for eons
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| Mos Def is beyond, in fact, most cats can agree on
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| 'Cause we on the same frequency
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| If not, change your dial and get on it
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| I flip on this here beat, then the re-bonics
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| Keep heat like Hamid’s weed speech
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| Hit the deep street sonnets, who want it?
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| Hoppin' dancin' so sonic, you need tonics
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| Don’t get yours from your schoolboy comets
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| All blazin' on your man, chronic
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| I twist the hard caps back to blue bonnets
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| I repeat -- WHO WANT IT?
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| Daytime on the list of time on the tradition, of combustion
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| Ignition, propulsion, put MC’s on expulsion
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| The principle, YOUR academics inadmissible
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| You’re indefensible, my style is so comprehensible
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| Cats take it to heart like a ventricle
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| You temporary like a weather pattern
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| Forgot I’m like you never happened
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| Don’t ever say «Whatever happened to Mos?»
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| My light shine boast from the East to the Left Coast
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| North and South both, 'cause it sound DOPE
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| Boy, your voice sound CHOKED
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| With the next man’s style between your teeth, tongue and throat
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| Like *SOUND EFFECT*
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| Got to wash your mouth out with soap
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| My penstroke, is leavin' other men broke
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| What I invoke is never asleep, ever woke
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| It controls the soul of your foes and kinfolk
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| Maintainin' my scope from beginning to end quote
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| Like ba-biti-dabi-dida-da-dah-dah
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| Pretty High Noon riders get clipped and shot down
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| Reach behind, Teknological, neurological
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| Unstoppable, title wave in this shit, we powerful
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| Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it
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| The Universal, Magnetically
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| B-Boy Scientific, you don’t stop
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| It go ON to the rhythm you don’t, bust it!
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| So raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it
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| The Universal, Magnetically
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| You see I’m comin' to the party in the b-boy stance
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| I rock on the mic. |
| on the mic, yo
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| Son, it’s in my chromosomes to rock this, I got this
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| Watch this! |
| Assemble mo' raps, tap your pockets
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| Knock this, stimulate nerve ends and shock wrists
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| Smart art breakin' apart hearts in darkness
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| Down for the longest, son, peep the songlist
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| Radiate enormous, pure peak performance
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| Vocal chords the strongest, acapella or cordless
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| Hit town, draw crowds like space shuttle launches
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| WHOO! |
| How Def flow -- we gone and
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| Brooklyn New York make the world moonwalk like John Glenn
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| Son, I’m sendin' it out, for the short to long haul
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| Earth sky, left right in between it and all y’all
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| Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it
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| The Universal, Magnetically
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| B-Boy Scientific, you don’t stop
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| It go ON to the rhythm you don’t, bust it!
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| So raise your hands in the air everybody get with it
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| The Universal, Magnetically
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| B-Boy Scientific, you don’t stop
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| You see I’m comin' to the party in the b-boy stance
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| I rock on the mic make your girl wanna dance
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| Fly like a dove, that come from above
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| From rockin' on the mic and you can call me Mos Love |