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Yes sir, yes sir You know the run-ins Excellence always Brooklyn embassy (Exclusive) Black star shining You are now rockin' with the best Brooklyn's own Brooklyn's only M-O-S definite Big shot out to cash money Shya Medina Green Listen, 3 words for the con... No you aren't Smoke, smoke but your no cigar Soon as Mos hit the open market The ghetto know the coppa get on my back like an open warrant Brooklyn sick so retarded Hop on the phone and you told your partner, Hop off of him and told yo mama Got no type of hope it's problems happen a folk It's harder get out your rhyme book and smoke some skama Ever far you go, I'm going harder Understand, I rock today like it's no tomorrow Last year my catalog was so impressive that SongtexteThis year my rookie card's a great investment Am I hot, nigga? Change the question, are you hotter than me? See we could take out the product and see Y'all don't want no drama with me without a part in a film, a director and a call from the guild Y'all don't want no problems for real, so why you spittin a beat? Y'all youngin', don't y'all need to be sleep? Secretly I'm that nigga that you dreamin to be It ain't as easy as that? There's only one Mos Leave it at that Whatever shine you had, I'm leaving with that I give a fat babies ass where your peoples is at Or where your heaters is at You fuck around and catch a leak in your back Get a hotdog you need to relax Don't get beaten up cause of rap And don't get mad at me cause your wack Shit, genetic is the reason for that You ain't seeing me, I'm seeing to that I'm from the brightest, hottest star to ever be on the map And that's the B-R-O Y'all don't want no trouble rest Mighty mother fucker Mos Def Like that Now get with it niggas Aus Songtexte Mania