Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sensei On the Block, artist - Mos Def. Date of issue: 27.08.2015
Song language: English
Sensei On the Block |
| Them dude’s too ugly to be the champ |
| In a language we can clearly understand |
| Shabazz |
| Bey is the man |
| With or without a single fan |
| High ground circus still stay feet stand not a chance |
| Heavens advanced so we advance with the advancement |
| Enhance with no robotic enhancement, flow handsome |
| Huddle the kindred fore the fire, plugged the pig pen |
| Thick skin, rich color hard body fresh butter |
| Rougher than leather from era lighter and thunder |
| Warm winters and cold summers, King Michael and Obama |
| Funky drummers, daughters and son sonners |
| Elders and youngers to measurement beyond numbers |
| And came to break the gate like Saint Tubman and not for nothing |
| In this tradition, my beloved will not asunder |
| And keep it hundred |
| Illies Billies and googlians |
| The Christ crack the sky in Jerusalem |
| Make the devil stop all the foolishness and rude unruliness |
| Cooney coonage and gooney goofiness |
| Hallelujah jumpin jehosafats, my momma ain’t sane |
| Bucktown black and proud you can say what you say |
| Somethin' famous, who the greatest? |
| Bey all day |
| Blind eyes and liar liars do not make it fade |
| Cool frames don’t qualify sun block |
| Coolest shades ain’t never made the sun stop |
| Some hot, some not |
| Some never chase the sun spot |
| Black like gorgeous |
| Divine, it’s why the shine is on him |
| Good morning, wake up |
| Nevermind the make up, paper |
| It’s time to get right with the creator |
| Chop Chop Sensei |
| Chop Chop you’re the best |
| Chop Chop you’re the best around |
| It’s all over town, center edge getting down |
| Hear it out: You’re the best around |
| Chop Chop Sensei on the block |
| Chop Chop, let it knock |
| Listen |
| Them dude’s too ugly to be the champ |
| In a language we can clearly understand |
| Shabazz |
| Bey is the man with or without a single fan |
| High ground circus still stay feet stand not a chance |
| Heavens advanced so we advance with the advancement |
| Enhance with no robotic enhancement and flow handsome |
| Huddle the kindred fore the fire, plugged the pig pen |
| Thick skin, rich color hard body fresh butter |
| Rougher than leather from era lighter and thunder |
| Warm winters and cold summers, King Michael and Obama |
| Funky drummers, daughters and son sonners |
| Elders and youngers to measurement beyond numbers |
| And came to break the gate like Saint Tubman and not for nothing |
| In this tradition, my beloved do not asunder |
| And keep it hundred |
| Illy Billies and googlians |
| The Christ crack the sky in Jerusalem |
| Make the devil stop all the foolishness |
| And rule the unruliness |
| Cooney coonage and gooney goofiness |
| Hallelujah jumpin jehosafats, my momma ain’t sane |
| Bucktown black and proud you can say what you say |
| Somethin' famous, who the greatest? |
| Bey all day |
| Blind eyes and liar liars do not make it fade |
| The cool frames don’t qualify sun block |
| The coolest shades ain’t never made the sun stop |
| Some hot and some not |
| Some never chase the sun spot |
| Black like gorgeous |
| Divine, it’s why the shine is on him |
| Good morning, wake up |
| Nevermind the make up, paper |
| It’s time to get right with the creator |