Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Universe, artist - Mos Def.
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Next Universe |
Light up the sky like the 4th of July |
Everything in this life son, they’ve got two sides |
It’s part one (part one) part two (part two) |
Get together with my crew, and we gon' do |
Whatever we’ve got to do, uh-huh-UH! |
Feast for Hi-Teknological, neurological |
It’s unstoppable, check it out. |
I’m fantastic, FURIOUS like the Five from B’lawn |
Brooklyn phenom' |
Diss all peons, flow for eons |
Mos Def is beyond, in fact, most cats can agree on |
'Cause we on the same frequency |
If not, change your dial and get on it |
I flip on this here beat, then the re-bonics |
Keep heat like Hamid’s weed speech |
Hit the deep street sonnets, who want it? |
Hoppin' dancin' so sonic, you need tonics |
Don’t get yours from your schoolboy comets |
All blazin' on your man, chronic |
I twist the hard caps back to blue bonnets |
I repeat -- WHO WANT IT? |
Daytime on the list of time on the tradition, of combustion |
Ignition, propulsion, put MC’s on expulsion |
The principle, YOUR academics inadmissible |
You’re indefensible, my style is so comprehensible |
Cats take it to heart like a ventricle |
You temporary like a weather pattern |
Forgot I’m like you never happened |
Don’t ever say «Whatever happened to Mos?» |
My light shine boast from the East to the Left Coast |
North and South both, 'cause it sound DOPE |
Boy, your voice sound CHOKED |
With the next man’s style between your teeth, tongue and throat |
Like *SOUND EFFECT* |
Got to wash your mouth out with soap |
My penstroke, is leavin' other men broke |
What I invoke is never asleep, ever woke |
It controls the soul of your foes and kinfolk |
Maintainin' my scope from beginning to end quote |
Like ba-biti-dabi-dida-da-dah-dah |
Pretty High Noon riders get clipped and shot down |
Reach behind, Teknological, neurological |
Unstoppable, title wave in this shit, we powerful |
Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it |
The Universal, Magnetically |
B-Boy Scientific, you don’t stop |
It go ON to the rhythm you don’t, bust it! |
So raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it |
The Universal, Magnetically |
You see I’m comin' to the party in the b-boy stance |
I rock on the mic. |
on the mic, yo |
Son, it’s in my chromosomes to rock this, I got this |
Watch this! |
Assemble mo' raps, tap your pockets |
Knock this, stimulate nerve ends and shock wrists |
Smart art breakin' apart hearts in darkness |
Down for the longest, son, peep the songlist |
Radiate enormous, pure peak performance |
Vocal chords the strongest, acapella or cordless |
Hit town, draw crowds like space shuttle launches |
WHOO! |
How Def flow -- we gone and |
Brooklyn New York make the world moonwalk like John Glenn |
Son, I’m sendin' it out, for the short to long haul |
Earth sky, left right in between it and all y’all |
Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get with it |
The Universal, Magnetically |
B-Boy Scientific, you don’t stop |
It go ON to the rhythm you don’t, bust it! |
So raise your hands in the air everybody get with it |
The Universal, Magnetically |
B-Boy Scientific, you don’t stop |
You see I’m comin' to the party in the b-boy stance |
I rock on the mic make your girl wanna dance |
Fly like a dove, that come from above |
From rockin' on the mic and you can call me Mos Love |