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{*man talking*} haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be careful I mean that ain't your average, garden variety run of the mill gangster bullshit Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge Just look at ya, together You, you little black stovepipe colored nigga You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey The man that brought self love to the black consciousness movement of the 1930s And now when we speak about complexion We move into (???) of where y'all comin from Yeah, red boned, variety covered genie in a bottle lookin motherfucker You are the same complexion as Malcolm X Ooh I'm tellin you you brothers you're gonna be large But like I said, you gotta be careful See, cuz you are tellin the truth [Talib Kweli] Me and my man came out to put it down Yeah, we bout to do it all over again Here we go A lotta cats like to get on the microphone and front They say they rollin the paper like they ran outta blunts SongtexteTell ya how much the Soundscan of the month The man tell you to just do it We never let the man take advantage of us You get props off the diamonds you rented I get my props off the rhymes I invented Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked your ass with class And we still take it to Brooklyn when we ready to splash Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast I'm all ready to last, I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast Married to the movement like a (???) The rhyme veteran You actin real bitch right now like a lesbian thespian Since they let me in the back I've been droppin you (???), stay fresh and clean like hospitals In the war the Cris' poppin, the wallet to wrist watches You ever think the wrist is watchin you That's why the cops is stoppin you Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere Your cell phone transmittin radiation through your ear Your 2-Way is way too new and obsolete next year Navigational system show you how to get there And you ain't think about how you got here Do you know where you are? What happened today? Back in the day they used to follow the stars Spillin so much you gotta catch it in bottles and jars And make MCs eat their words and swallow their bars Oh my god [Talib Kweli and background singer] Kweli and I'm (bright as the stars that shine) Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine) (that's what I'm talkin about, yeah) Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine) (and you notice, yo) We keep hip hop (bright as the stars) [Mos Def] Uh it's me (who?) Mos, the most beautiful, plain and unusual Black Star rockin with that hot shit you're movin to Massively musical that creep into your tuner to The top of the dial shit, that you don't know my style shit It's what them Brooklyn niggaz stay on foul wit' No matter what the scene is surroundin Yo, whether I'm on the grind or loungin I'm live and he say that I'm foundin Must suffer all the niggaz I'm down wit' This announcement gon' keep the ghetto bouncin Where people find pleasure in measurements and ounces Midwest, big stress is more houses Down South slangin the twang that it's pronounced in East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin Black Star got the shit they all get down wit' Don't tell me you gonna seen or been around in (Mos Def) Terror stricken on your block I am the mucher worker with the hottest hand I keep it cookin like pots and pans I know that haters got their plots and scams But they simply can't stop my clan It's mighty Mos and super Kwa, my man Black Star my fam About to move on the hearts of man Until a small heart of hearts expand Newer day, dog start the jam And I spit flame that spark the jam Heavy hittin shit across the fence In other words I'm of the wall with this I drop heavy jewels and ornaments To make 'em shine a little more with this [Talib Kweli and background singer] Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine) Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine) Kweli is (bright as the stars that shine) (I wanna hear the guitar) We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine) (yeah, come on, yeah) We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine) (yeah, what we do, what we do, yo) We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine) (yeah, Brooklyn, uh) Keep hip hop (bright as the stars) And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) (come on, everybody in the house tonight, yeah) And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) (yeah, take it with me now, uh) And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) (yeah, I'm feelin this one, come on) And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) (how we do it yall, uh) (bright as the stars that shine) Aus Songtexte Mania