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Speed Law
28,052
Hip-Hop/Rap
Speed Law was released on October 12, 1999 by Rawkus Entertainment as a part of the album Black On Both Sides
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Release DateOctober 12, 1999
LabelRawkus Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mos Def
Mos Def
Vocals
Christine McVie
Christine McVie
Sampled Artist
The Beastie Boys
The Beastie Boys
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dante Smith
Dante Smith
Songwriter
88-Keys
88-Keys
Songwriter
Mos Def
Mos Def
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
88-Keys
88-Keys
Producer
David Kennedy
David Kennedy
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Watch it
Relax, pump the brakes
You're speeding, money
Watch it
You'll smash your whole shit up
Slow down
Lights be changing fast on these streets, money, slow down
Slow down
Watch it
Slow down
Sleeping on the wrong cats
Slow down
[Verse 1]
Clear like a megaphone, pretty **** heart skipped the metronome
Rocked the Trump Tower to the terrordome
Poor house to pleasure domes, soprano, alto, tenor to baritone
Mos Def, one of the illest that you ever known
Rock steady, baby, you a stepping stone, smash your foundation into pebbles
My words leave your nerves unsettled
You take it to the next level down, looking like a circus clown
Cats like you can't even get a pound
Worldwide from the river to lakeside
My stage show stay live, make the sound man stage dive
I cut fat cats to eight lives with my eight ball lines
I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine
Got you shook like a fault line, come all shine and get tarnished
Brooklyn got your pay roll garnished
They form a huddle, whisper like they want trouble
I melt the ice grills into rainwater puddles
Make the proud-hearted leave on the humble, black steel in the hour
Assemble my skill form, my power
My poems crush bones into powder, you mumble like a coward
I'm Mos Def, you need to speak louder (Superheroes)
Get your power, your masks and capes snatched
Brooklyn take what you can't take back, I know a lot of cats hate that
All I can say, black
There's a city full of walls you can post complaints at
All the doubters and believers adjust your receivers
"I feel it," you can taste it through the speakers
The three six oh-riginal sketch lyrics so visual
They rent my rhyme books at your nearest home video
[Chorus]
Tell them cats they need to sit back and observe where they at
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on, put your joint on cruise
Try to rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
Take a breath, take ten paces back
Stay on time like Omegas
Brooklyn patrol like interstaters
Take their license and their registration papers
[Verse 2]
My joint's so passionate
Make you peel out and mash your shit, get wild, cold crash your whip
Front chassis wrecked, but akh', you can't be too upset
Tow truck got my tape in the deck
I'm permanent like tattoos and birth marks, third-degree burn marks
Driving on tracks like Dale Earnhardt
Stay on the low like the herb spot, put a big loss on your earn chart
Nice since the nurse signed my birth chart
Seldom seen but often heard, while your jams is barely heard
Just my name is a daily word
From avenues to streets, terraces and park places
Stairwells, jail cells, penthouse to basements
Arrangement basic, but still fans chase it
Y2K can't delete the true ancient
Apache war drum on the ranges, skill level dangerous
Arrow head that killed all the cavemen
They cry John-Blazing, but step on the pavement
And get violated like a plaintiff, I ain't shit to play with
I give a goddamn what your name is
Delete it and make it so it never get repeated, believe it
Tell the feds, tell your girl, tell your mother
Conference call you wack crew and tell each other
That they just ain't holding me, I'm Mos Def, you hopefully
Mush on before you get bust on like a ovary
[Chorus]
Tell them cats they need to ease back and observe where they at
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on
Put your joint on cruise
In a rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax
Take a breath, take ten paces back
Brook-nahm Vietnam
The heat is on, no off-ramp or detour
[Bridge]
Make these gassed up jokers observe the speed law
These gassed up clowns observe the speed law
These gassed up clowns observe the speed law
'Cause they speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'
Speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin'
Speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin', speedin' (Relax)
[Outro]
You better chill, money
Lights be changing fast in these streets, dude
They'll smash your whole shit up
You better cool out, money
It ain't like that out here
Look at these cats, man, it's funny, man
You probably just got that car
About to fuck your whole shit up
Speed laws out here, money
Knight Rider cats
In control like interstaters, -staters, -staters
-Staters, -staters, -staters, -staters, -staters
-Staters, -staters, -staters, -staters, -staters
Stay the fuck off the road, money
Written by: Charles Njapa, Dante Smith
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