[Intro: Mos Def]
History
It's happening every day, y'all
Right now
Everyday (Live, right now)
Right now
Good morning, Vietnam!
[Verse 1: Mos Def & Jay-Z]
Listen! Brooklyn wins again
It's the Stuy, it's the Bush, them niggas again
Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S. Dot on the guest lock
Kanye, you're the dopeman of hip-hop, now let's rock
And roll out, niggas (Roll out), my hometown niggas (Ouu, ouu!)
I get it good in your hood, so slow down, niggas
Watch the speed, though, mind your pedal and ease off
Or screech off into a collision course with these walls (BAM!)
You don't move, don't pray, don't lose
Don't sleep, life passing, light flashing, life happens
That fast, part of done, Black hands up in prayer
Black guns up in fear, dying wish is to touch the air
Seekin' heaven that wasn't here
Eyes will not see another year, it's another day
It's the same fight, different round, sound the bell
Mix it up in victory, you live it up, the beat'll get risen up
You're knocked down, then get back and get it up
Get off of Queer Street and get with us (Ha)
And get clear where we did it, from the heart, from the people
From the top, from the Jeep, from the gut, from the street
From my soul to the mic to the essence
So in my absence, you feel the presence—exactly
I make contact—for short, I MC (Mos!)
Me and mine we don't just get by, we get free (Nigga!)
And that's ready
History
It's happening every day, y'all
Right now
Everyday (Live, right now)
Right now
Good morning, Vietnam!
[Verse 1: Mos Def & Jay-Z]
Listen! Brooklyn wins again
It's the Stuy, it's the Bush, them niggas again
Ta' Kweli, Mighty Def, and S. Dot on the guest lock
Kanye, you're the dopeman of hip-hop, now let's rock
And roll out, niggas (Roll out), my hometown niggas (Ouu, ouu!)
I get it good in your hood, so slow down, niggas
Watch the speed, though, mind your pedal and ease off
Or screech off into a collision course with these walls (BAM!)
You don't move, don't pray, don't lose
Don't sleep, life passing, light flashing, life happens
That fast, part of done, Black hands up in prayer
Black guns up in fear, dying wish is to touch the air
Seekin' heaven that wasn't here
Eyes will not see another year, it's another day
It's the same fight, different round, sound the bell
Mix it up in victory, you live it up, the beat'll get risen up
You're knocked down, then get back and get it up
Get off of Queer Street and get with us (Ha)
And get clear where we did it, from the heart, from the people
From the top, from the Jeep, from the gut, from the street
From my soul to the mic to the essence
So in my absence, you feel the presence—exactly
I make contact—for short, I MC (Mos!)
Me and mine we don't just get by, we get free (Nigga!)
And that's ready
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