Definition Lyrics - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star - Blackstar

Hello everybody, recording live from somewhere 

Lord, Lord have mercy 

All nice an' peace an' true, follow me now, we say 

Say, "Hi-Tek, yes, you're rulin' hip hop" 

Say, "J. Rawls, yes, you're rulin' hip hop" 

Redefinition, say, "You're rulin' hip hop" 

Say, "Black Star, come to rock it" 

Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate 

The whole an' not the half of it, vocals an' not the math of it 

Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit 

Me an' Kweli close like Bethlehem an' Nazareth 

After this you be pressin' rewind on top your master disk 

Shinin' like an asterisk, for all those that be gatherin' 

Connectin' like a round house, from the townhouse to the tenements 

'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, [Incomprehensible] heavy regiments 

Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn, see that? 

Bound to take it all kid, believe that 

From where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at 

Talib Kweli, E.Kwelity, yo' tell them where we be at 

Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie 

In cash, we trust 'cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty 

What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense 

Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense 

My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection 

People thinkin' MC is short hand for 'Mis Conception' 

Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion 

That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate 

Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body 

You must know Karate or think your soul is 'Bulletproof' like Sade 

Stop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary 

An' maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary 

Third rate teacher readin' an' talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin'" 

Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type 

Who'd have thought they was frontin'?" 

Talkin' loud like you in R.C.A, get carted away 

With body parts an' trays, what a way to start your day, yo, it's like 

One, two, three 

Mos Def an' Talib Kweli 

We came to rock it on to the tip top 

Best alliance in hip hop, why oh 

I said one, two, three 

It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee 

They shot Tupac an' Biggie 

Too much violence in hip hop, why oh 

I said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it 

So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook, where we're livin' at 

Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' an' bubblin' 

It ain't about production an' what else we discussin'? 

When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows 

Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot nosed 

Colossal, true original B. Boy apostle 

Standin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo 

You think you the shit, somebody in the wings'll force you to quit 

It could be your crew or click 

Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with 

Consider me the entity within the industry 

Without a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity 

Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly 

My name is in the middle of E.Kwelity 

People follow me an' other cats, they hear him flow 

An' assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano 

Still sippin', wishin' well, water imported from Pluto 

Three hundred an' sixty milliliters for all our believers 

In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us 

In the jungle with the leaders, we the lions, you the cheetahs 

A Cypher will complete us, if we come through your receivers 

You can play us an' repeat us an' then take us home an' read us 

Line for line, good Jesus, Mos Def an' Kweli 

Just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' of it ease up 

One, two, three 

Mos Def an' Talib Kweli 

We came to rock it on to the tip top 

Best alliance in hip hop, why oh 

I said one, two, three 

It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee 

They shot Tupac an' Biggie 

Hold your head when the beat drop, why oh