so just stop All mankind time runnin down on one watch, just watch Chorus Two: BlackStar (Mos Def + Talib Kweli) If, you, are, just, coming, in, I, will say it, once, more, so
brew, a drink a day'll keep the stink away We been through AA, but hey, what can I say? Say say say, what you want, but you'll pay the con-se-quences
's enough of that I'm like an indian giver, yo, give me that back Comin again hip-pop-pop-pop bring it back selector We be the thoroughbred, so use your
to mix this cake batter And I travel with feel, so I can with touch It's like that, thank you very much, fuck you very much! [Chorus] (Yes, yes it is
Suave House, gettin paid for the diz-ounds, worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds, so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!, get rowdy, get bout
I found out why rappers look at me jealous and keep staring Comparing me to themselves from a distance when I walk offstage Your record label, your group, and your fanbase giving me a standing ovation In the Chicago
s are scared to do Go for the gusto, if so Yo, I keep my hat cut low I'm a friend, not a foe A pro, as a artist Give my hardest as the farthest That'
Soul (tell em son) I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga So when I ran a phrase
to get the girl with not much to say Might be a criminal Might be a playa Might be someone that my mama did not say-a Give me more paper cause I'm on
indy The record company will make it to where we'll have plenty So we waited. Should we put this out? We debated But working with Quincy we were elated So
Atlanta make da Planet Rock (say wha) Houston make da Planet Rock (say wha) Dallas make da Planet Rock (say wha) Fort Worth make da Planet Rock (say wha) Miami make da Planet Rock (say
bringin' much funk Throw your hands up, nigga let's get it crunk Independent, all about that cheddar mane I want a million so I'm grindin' for this fuckin
House, gettin paid for the diz-ounds, worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds, so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!, get rowdy, get bout it
with this guitar We'll have it good We'll have the life we knew we would My word is good Hey there Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple
the hustle back crackin' Now you can tell the story to your friends back home Back home they missin' "back" cuz a nigga been gone So long,to all the homies