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Artiste:Black Star
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Album:Unknown
Titre:TALKIN' TO YOU
 
Date d'ajout:18/10/2007
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Paroles:Mos Def] *talking behind singing vocals*

It's always the nervous cats, that's like...



Yo money, you tryin to dis me or something?

What you tryin to get fly or something?



You tryin to get a little rep off me or something, money?

Let me tell you something money,

you don't know me like that

NawI'msayin, you don't know none of my crew like that



NawI'msayin, and if you really wanna make some little insinuation

About me nawI'msayin, don't

talk about it, be about it money

If you wanna do something, we can do it right now





[Pharoahe Monch]

I levitate through meditation

Sitting my legs crossed, source

to build force field

To shield my immediate surroundings

Avoiding falling sheet rock,

rubble and granite

Expand, white man, got plans to feed the planet

Excessive hate,

repercussions of manic-depressive state

Panic, God forbid we all take it for granted



Delivering lyrical thoughts for spiritual dividends

Half the concentrate, like Hampstead

we'll be livin in

Magnetic boring them, it's a must I score again

And pollute em,

shoot em like white students in Oregon

Cuz when I was broke, I always found figures to fuck

bitches

Wit full-force like them muscle-bound niggas



[Rah Digga]

Well

it's the R-A-H, big up to Brick City

When I'm not rippin niggas I be ?feelin wit commitee?



Got two rap clicks, so bring all the kingred

Buggin off of rappers sayin shit that I

been said

Askin me how your mob sound, bringin my high down

Flipmode put shit together

quicker than a seamstress

Thinkin I talk white cuz I speak proper English

All up in

your air like I was celly interference

Rip shows and make little cameo appearance



White label to death if I can't get no clearance



[Mos Def] *talking behind vocals*



Alot of cats think I'm trapped in a box, livin cruel and if that's true

I'm talkin to

you

Thinkin of dissin your steez, your degress, everything you're attached to then

I'm

talkin to you

Wonderin who we talkin about, yo is my name in his mouth, well then

I'm

talkin to you

No mystery, you ain't got to scratch your head

Like "Is he dissin me?",

we talkin to you



[A-Butta]

Aiyyo we severed the lever that I pull

It's

never the bull, shit instead of the full clip, click

You get hit in the head wit dialect



When I pre-fect my new script

Check the architecht then select the newest blueprint



When I pro-ject the move-ment of the mic, it might strike

And brand new life trife

that handle

?Flyin off?, literature that's pure

Yo we miniature before, you finished

yours, I get mine

Musically inclined, like the sign of a clef

To my death, I rhyme and

yes I left you, sense-less in the mind

Plus I'm, going to show no re-pentance

My

flow's relentless, you know the sentence



[Talib Kweli]

You will respect it

when we set it

Fake MC's get tossed

For leavin the microphone covered wit the gloss



Don't get lost, bitch-asses who switch fastest

When my hits smashes, impacts like whip

crashes

Fuckin up your face like thick glasses

You still can't see shit

I'll

snatch your faith, your imagination won't believe it

It's ill, you can't conceive it



Any nigga can make a baby, it takes a man to be a father

Why bother, you'll be run over in

the street like Frogger

Comatose like Central Park joggers when my crew goes wildin



Lyricist who will never Lounge till all wack shit is silenced

I'm not violent, niggas come

aggressive wit that nonsense

Yo, it's time for us to get aggressive wit our conscience





[Mos Def]

Alot of cats think I'm chattin about

Them and they crew, and if

that's true

I'm talkin to you

Wondering if I'm dissin you and everything you're

attached to

I'm talkin to you

Runnin your mouth, wonderin "yo, who Mos be talkin

bout?"

I'm talkin to you

No mystery, you can consider yourself dissed officially



You can consider yourself dissed officially

You can consider yourself dissed

officially

*ranting and shouting until end
 
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