| Relax, pump the brakes
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| You’re speeding money
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| You’ll smash your whole shit up Lights be changing fast on these streets money, slow down
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| Sleeping on the wrong cats
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| Clear like a megaphone
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| Pretty nigga heart skipped the metronome
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| Rocked the Trump Tower to the terrordome
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| Poor house to pleasure domes
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| Soprano, alto, tenor to baritone
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| MOS DEF one of the illest that you ever known
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| Rock steady baby, you a stepping stone
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| Smash your foundation into pebbles
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| My words leave your nerves unsettled
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| You take it to the next level down
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| Looking like a circus clown
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| Cats like you can’t even get a pound
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| Worldwide from the river to lakeside
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| My stage show stay live, make the sound man stage dive
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| I cut fat cats to eight lives with my eight ball lines
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| I’m home 'fore I’m done with all nine
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| Got you shook like a fault line
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| Come all shine and get tarnished
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| Brooklyn got your pay roll garnished
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| They form a huddle
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| Whisper like they want trouble
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| I melt the ice grills into rainwater puddles
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| Make the proud-hearted leave on the humble
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| Black steel in the hour
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| Assemble my skill form my power
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| My poems crush bones into powder
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| You mumble like a coward
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| I’m Mos Def, you need to speak louder
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| SUPER HEREOS!
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| Get your power, your masks and capes snatched
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| Brooklyn take what you can’t take back
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| I know a lot of cats hate that
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| All I can say black
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| There’s a city full of walls you can post complaints at All the doubters and believers adjust your receivers
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| I feel it, you can taste it through the speakers
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| The three six oh-riginal sketch lyrics so visual
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| They rent my rhyme books at your nearest home video
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| Tell them cats they need to sit back and observe where they at Brook-nahm Vietnam
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| The heat is on Put your joint on cruise
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| Try to rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
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| Take a breath, take ten paces back
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| Stay on time Omegas
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| Brooklyn patrol like interstaters
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| Take their license and their registration papers
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| My joint’s so passionate
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| Make you peal out and mash your shit
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| Get wild cold crash your whip
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| Front chassis wrecked, but ock you can’t be too upset
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| Tow truck got my tape in the deck
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| I’m permanent like tattoos and birth marks
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| Third degree burn marks
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| Driving on tracks like Dale Earnheart
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| Stay on the low like the earth spot
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| Put a big loss on your earn chart
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| Nice since the nurse signed my birth chart
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| Seldom seen but often heard, while your jams is barely heard
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| Just my name is a daily word
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| >From avenues to streets, terraces and park places
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| Stair wells, jail cells, penthouse to basements
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| Arrangement basic, but still fans chase it Y2K can’t delete the true ancient
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| Apache war drum on the ranges
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| Skill level dangerous
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| Arrow head that killed all the cavemen
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| They cry John-Blazing, but step on the pavement
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| And get violated like a plaintiff
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| I ain’t shit to play with
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| I give a Goddamn what your name is Delete it and make it so it never get repeated
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| Believe it Tell the feds, tell your girl, tell your mother
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| Conference call you wack crew and tell each other
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| That they just ain’t holding me
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| I’m Mos Def, your hopefully
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| Mush off or you get bust off like a ovary
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| Tell them cats they need to ease back and observe where they at Brook-nahm Vietnam
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| The heat is on Put your joint on cruise
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| In a rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
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| Take a breath, take ten paces back
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| Brook-nahm Vietnam
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| The heat is on, no off-ramp or detour
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| Make these gassed up jokers observe the speed law
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| Make these gassed up clowns observe the speed law
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| Make these gassed up clowns observe the speed law
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| Cause they speedin, speedin, speedin, speedin, speedin,
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| speedin, speedin, speedin, speedin, speedin,
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| speedin, speedin, speedin, speedin, speedin
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| Relax
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| Slow down, you better chill money
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| Lights be changing fast on these streets dude
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| Smash your whole shit up You better cool out money
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| It ain’t like that out here
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| Look at these cats man, it’s funny man
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| He probably just got that car
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| About to fuck your whole shit up Speed laws out here money
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| Knight riding cats
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| In control like interstaters, state-ahs, state-ahs,
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| state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs,
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| state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs, state-ahs,
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| Stay the. |
| FUCK off the road, money! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speed Law , by - Mos Def. Song from the album Black On Both Sides, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп