Twice Inna Lifetime Lyrics - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star - Blackstar

Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane 

Niggas take my name in vain like I was cocaine 

My affirmations kill emcees like assassination 

Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination 

Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline 

Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum 

My vocab expand like a rubber band 

Walkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman 

Niggas just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season 

And scar these rappers like Legion 

It's treason, my suspension attract attention 

I'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detention 

Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe 

Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho 

You don't know, this is just half my potential 

Check my credentials, come harder than sequential 

It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian 

They bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogen 

Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up 

When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up! 

Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies 

The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes 

But here is some'n the cryin' talk about 

The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about 

That led to God and Satan's fallin' out 

Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out 

On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house 

Revive or ruin, my theories of mics 

Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes 

Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock 

So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks 

Rain of acid drops, seek some help 

Now don't rewind, get it the first time 

Shouldn't have to repeat myself 

Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs 

In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out 

Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured 

Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors 

Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils 

Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal what 

My style highlights like fonts when I burn heads like a conk 

Cause niggas front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch 

Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like illumination 

Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation 

I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations 

My fascination with character assassination 

Got these niggas burnin' like sensation 

We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches 

Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches 

So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram) 

My lyrics they get up in your jeans like Parasucos 

So there's no mystery about the father, niggas is hot and bothered 

Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars 

And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken 

Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans 

Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams 

See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean 

Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus 

Turnin' flamboyant niggas anonymous, depressin' to optimist 

You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgynous misogynist 

You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus 

Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran 

Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine 

But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door 

I got too many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors' 

This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know yo!) 

Blackstar, Wordsworth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!) 

Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee 

We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree 

Check it 

I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet 

Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment 

I touch topics that try to open up your optics 

Vacate in the Tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects 

Cut the nonsense, I'm hotter than a lot of men 

Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon 

Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb 

Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on 

Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust (Yes!) 

Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third month 

I build with friends, lyrically spit gems 

Call me diamond, cuz I'm your girl's best friend 

Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers 

I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor 

And then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya 

Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors 

My gat claps, 50% of the wack 

Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat cap 

Get robbed for your ASCAP, leave you inside 

Fortified live, reppin' NY 'til I die! 

Black body radiation situation that we workin' wit' 

My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services 

The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness 

We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergence 

Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive 

I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live 

To Brooklyn where the merchants live 

Next door to the murderers 

And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative 

My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat Jeeps 

Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap 

My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet 

Treadin' on these stompin' grounds you better catch some black feet 

Flashy, it was between DeKalb and Pulasky 

Off the meter like an out of borough taxi 

They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty 

That's why they're either sittin' in Clinton or Coxsackie 

Mayor Rudolph can screw off! You too soft to stop us 

You and your coppers should see some foot doctors 

Got your bird chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up 

Cuz all them cats that you knocked up ain't always gon' be locked up 

Hot stuff like Donna Summer, another number one-r 

And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down 

Baby let me run it down 

Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor..[ahem] umm..E! 

Excuse me! Just ate another emcee! 

Sometimes that's just how it be 

Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime 

We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS!