What Is Beef? Black Star
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[Intro: Dave Chappelle]
So I got a little riddle for you:
What happens when you take two of Brooklyn's finest MC's
And put 'em together in a group?
Well, then you have my next guests, make some noise
Mos Def, Talib Kweli — Black Star
[Mos Def, Talib Kweli & Both]
This is a real nigga PSA
From the Black Star Embassy (Yes, yes) of Brooklyn
Entitled: What Is Beef?
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli, Mos Def & Both]
Yo! I was sold to a sick European by a rich African, battlin'!
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
(Brooklyyynnn!)
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray, chased by predators
Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president
Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent
Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved
While we sit back waitin' to evolve
Those who would trade in their freedom
For their protection deserve neither
Fuck a name, fuck tradition, religion — you learn Jesus
Turn the other cheek, inherit the Earth, just stay meek
Fuck the way you speak
Try to walk? We chop off your feet
Fast forward to 2003, niggas beef
The psychology of children are slaves to run deep, yo
So I got a little riddle for you:
What happens when you take two of Brooklyn's finest MC's
And put 'em together in a group?
Well, then you have my next guests, make some noise
Mos Def, Talib Kweli — Black Star
[Mos Def, Talib Kweli & Both]
This is a real nigga PSA
From the Black Star Embassy (Yes, yes) of Brooklyn
Entitled: What Is Beef?
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli, Mos Def & Both]
Yo! I was sold to a sick European by a rich African, battlin'!
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
(Brooklyyynnn!)
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray, chased by predators
Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president
Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent
Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved
While we sit back waitin' to evolve
Those who would trade in their freedom
For their protection deserve neither
Fuck a name, fuck tradition, religion — you learn Jesus
Turn the other cheek, inherit the Earth, just stay meek
Fuck the way you speak
Try to walk? We chop off your feet
Fast forward to 2003, niggas beef
The psychology of children are slaves to run deep, yo
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