Hard Margin The Creators (Duo) (Ft. Black Star)

[Intro: Yasiin Bey]
See, now y'all cats think I'm playing (haha)
Ya think that's a joke?
Can't see yo, see yo, see you too
It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you (haha)
See good, you know?
He vision sharp, you know?

[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
Morenos de palabra
Hotter than the summer at Kinshasa
Where Francis Coppola and Dennis Hopper burned down the Dime Store Opera
Hijack ya sponsor
Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered
The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magical
Mr. Tim's other hand slappin you
Tread the narrow passage through the regulated habitats
Place where ain't no crackers at
Place where all the Crack is at
OUTER.. CITY.. LIMITS..
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play with mine, you'll have no winnings
Let these mother scratchers know from go ginnin
They better move slow like old women
We want the whole cake, whole milk and no skimmin
Hand crafted flows wove in silk or linen
Workers worn like denim, we textile blendin
Topper say top spinnin
Transcribe the document, prominent on all continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin hot and we not from concentrate
Make the mass mob the market place
Cuz we rock the black market tapes
Hard margin (hard margin)