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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Apani Emcee
Apani Emcee
Vocals
Mos Def
Mos Def
Vocals
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Songwriter
Dante Smith
Dante Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawn J. Period
Shawn J. Period
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Surge
Surge
Recording Engineer
Vaughn Sessions
Vaughn Sessions
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yes Everyday somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at? They underground There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin them raw skills Ya know what I'm sayin? Really, to me It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky These niggas suck like hickies And still get to slip they shit in like Mickies I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots My point is, your flow gets stopped By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home Everybody lookin at you, fish tank syndrome In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep And keep it blacker than the back of your neck What you expect, MC's hollerin Cause we developin the followin Gettin played like stone love tapes and dollar vans Order reverse your universe so your demise is first Before your rise it gets worse You need a night nurse like Gregory Beggin me, stop it hurts, is what you say to me Like that's supposed to mean somethin? You the one I seen frontin in the club Your act I don't buy it, I got the dub Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Come on everybody, come on just show your love Visions occupy my synaptic space Command and shape, to illustrate my mind's landscape The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops Eavesdrop and hear the incline of sunshine, nine Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit They all form a cipher, and they came to absorb it I follow suit, and face it, embrace it Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent Spirit is still so just chill and be patient Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with Clowns about to scream and shout but don't say shh I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested I'm majestic, I represent my strength without effort My method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness It's all luminary, despite commentary Some people say, Mos how you get so? My sign will make you jump around like calypso And, murmur to yourself like a schizo There ain't no bottom on the... (come on, come on, come on) Here we go, Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar line We bout to take y'all home Ya know what I mean? Here we go We got all markets on lock From meat to stock Black Star, what? Throwin like Kid Rock in bars Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be I grab my paint, jump on stage and deface MC's We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the throne I sit upon Freestyle or written songs, shit we can get it on Going back and forth, forth and back, all across the track Passin the mic's like quarterbacks Of course its phat, get off of that Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack Out of fear of being called a hater, imagine that We ain't havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl MC's wannabe But they can't, ain't no points for effort, so why bother? Cause your girl calls my name out like Clarence Carter Clarence Carter, Clarence Carter (I be strokin, that's what I be doin) Aiyyo, as we rock harder And always drop the bona-fide head nodders Aiyyo, later for the hater-players Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players Blackstar keeps shining Blackstar keeps shining Blackstar keeps shining Blackstar keeps shining
Writer(s): Dante Smith, Talib Kweli, Shawn Mallory Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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