Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B-Boy Document, artist - The High & MightyDate of issue: 03.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
B-Boy Document |
| Yeah. |
| uhh. |
| What it look like? |
| Mad Skillz |
| Uhh. |
| Mr. Eon (The Mighty Mos Def) |
| The Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection) |
| Coast to coast (from '88 to '99) |
| What?. |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| It’s on fire tonight |
| Everything on my side is lookin alright |
| It’s high power original, b-boy traditional |
| Raw bass material, huh, when individual |
| true brand imperial you’re hearin on your stereo |
| Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial |
| Sit BACK, and listen, you ain’t, in no position |
| to deal with my condition-al mentally and physical |
| Strength is indivisible, crews be comin pitiful |
| Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual |
| Ock, I’m not FEELIN YOU; |
| don’t know what your label |
| tellin you -- or what magic beans they sellin you |
| I can flow, you can’t though, ex&le |
| of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah) |
| Who be bitchin out to A&R demands so |
| you can collect your little petty cash advance HOE |
| You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me |
| It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin |
| and the poppers was poppin, and the breakers was breakin |
| And it won’t be long til everybody know that |
| b-boys rock the document! |
| (document) |
| Yo, yo, you on the injured, I’m hot to death |
| I’m foul, plus I’m winnin, you think I shot the ref? |
| Rock a vest if you out of turn speakin |
| Cause I’m right there like nightmares; |
| I catch MC’s while they sleepin |
| I’m back -- these rap cats is wildin |
| Got em in the studio poppin valiums, remasterin they album |
| I’m about to re-up and restructure the case |
| You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced |
| I got plans for this rap game (uh-huh) |
| Put your head in the toilet and look son, |
| if you think my shit done changed |
| My shit is, out of your range, rip you out of your frame |
| Cop your tape, and the next day, copped an exchange |
| If you ain’t, rockin raw, what you rockin for? |
| Without heat, y’all MC’s, ain’t hot no more |
| So for you lame cats tryin to put your hit out |
| try rockin back and forth -- |
| it might be easier to get your shit out! |
| I’m Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through |
| Keep MC’s heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-du |
| Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones |
| Wackest MC’s, we pee on those |
| No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique |
| That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek |
| Claimin they Godzilla’s when they really Godzooki |
| Got a mill' from Charlie Brown, when I kidnapped Snoopy |
| Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance |
| Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance |
| in accordance, with all the laws from the cordless |
| Starbuck coming through, leavin any pimp whoreless |
| Stereo stompin -- defeatin me is like |
| Latrell chokin up John Thompson, Charles Bronson |
| had a Death Wish for this next to left shit |
| Leavin all these hot air MC’s breathless |
| I said b-boys rock the document (.ument .ument) |