Blackstar - Definition lyrics

Lord, lord have mercy All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is pa**ionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate a**a**in sh** Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin' Connectin' like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenements Cause all my Brooklyn residents, heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn whoa See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty What a pity. Blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin' MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin' like a b**h already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin' and talkin' about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin'" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, Who'd have thought they was frontin'?" Talkin' and loud like you in RCA, get carted away With body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like One, two, three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, yea I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, yea I said Manhattan keep on makin' it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin' it (Bo!) So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook where we're livin' at Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' and bubblin' It ain't about production and, what else we discussin'? When the co*k crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed Colossal, true original B-boy apostle Standin' on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo You think you the sh** Somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history Of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity, livin' my life Expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And a**ume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano Still sippin' wishin' well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just Make a p**y freeze up, thinkin' we will ease up