Yo
This is to the entire Critical Mass
My nigga Tashawn, Jah Born, Big Tu
This how we do
Check it out
Yeah
[ Mos Def ]
Daylight disappears from sight
Sun bleeds on the bricks and brings forth the night
The red serenade give shade to backstreets
Heads adjust the EQ for bass in they jeeps
Sound like the drums of a neighboring tribe
Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes
And step out ( ? ) by the crisp night air
I gotta stay aware, god, it's demons out here
Adjust the headset 'fore I begin this trek
Insert the cassette, press play on the deck
The horns echo, and I slip back in the zone
It's time for the high plains man to roam
Yo, I be dealin with magic, some say mellow dramatic
Lingually acrobatic, stayin fluent in static
I work my way to your town as the day goes down
I got observatory view of the sight and sound
I feel completely out of place in this wack rat race
I'm the type of blackman that need color and space
But heads be dealin with waste, they be movin at haste
Herbs got somethin to prove, wanna stare in your face
Brothers wanna compete when there ain't shit to win
They playin high-post now, I'm prepared for the end
They wanna profile they style like they got it so sweet
It ain't about what you earn, it's about what you keep
Man passes by in a aimless stroll
Barefoot in the street as the night grows cold
In reply to his sorrow he begins to dance
He claps his hands, we share an awkward glance
This is to the entire Critical Mass
My nigga Tashawn, Jah Born, Big Tu
This how we do
Check it out
Yeah
[ Mos Def ]
Daylight disappears from sight
Sun bleeds on the bricks and brings forth the night
The red serenade give shade to backstreets
Heads adjust the EQ for bass in they jeeps
Sound like the drums of a neighboring tribe
Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes
And step out ( ? ) by the crisp night air
I gotta stay aware, god, it's demons out here
Adjust the headset 'fore I begin this trek
Insert the cassette, press play on the deck
The horns echo, and I slip back in the zone
It's time for the high plains man to roam
Yo, I be dealin with magic, some say mellow dramatic
Lingually acrobatic, stayin fluent in static
I work my way to your town as the day goes down
I got observatory view of the sight and sound
I feel completely out of place in this wack rat race
I'm the type of blackman that need color and space
But heads be dealin with waste, they be movin at haste
Herbs got somethin to prove, wanna stare in your face
Brothers wanna compete when there ain't shit to win
They playin high-post now, I'm prepared for the end
They wanna profile they style like they got it so sweet
It ain't about what you earn, it's about what you keep
Man passes by in a aimless stroll
Barefoot in the street as the night grows cold
In reply to his sorrow he begins to dance
He claps his hands, we share an awkward glance
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