Definition Lyrics - Singles - Mos Def

Lord, lord have mercy 

All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say 

Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop 

Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop 

Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop 

Say Black Star come to rock it non 

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

The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it 

Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit 

Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth 

After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk 

Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin' 

Connectin' like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenements 

Cause all my Brooklyn residents, heavy regiments 

Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn whoa 

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-Kweli-ty 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 

And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary 

Third rate teacher readin' and talkin' about, 

"I knew he'd amount to nothin'" 

Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, 

Who'd have thought they was frontin'?" 

Talkin' and loud like you in RCA, get carted away 

With body parts and treys, what a way to start your day 

Yo it's like 

One, two, three 

Mos Def and Talib Kweli 

We came to rock it on to the tip-top 

Best alliance in hip-hop, yea 

I said one two three 

It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee 

They shot Tupac and Biggie 

Too much violence in hip-hop, yea 

I said Manhattan keep on makin' it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin' it (Bo!) 

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

Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' and bubblin' 

It ain't about production and, 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-Kweli-ty 

People follow me and other cats they hear him flow 

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

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

Three hundred and 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 cheaters 

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

You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us 

(Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just 

Make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' we will ease up