The High & Mighty - B-Boy Document '99 (Featuring Mos Def And Mad Sk**z) lyrics

(Sk**z) (Mr. Eon) Yeah.. uhh.. What it look like? Mad Sk**z Uhh.. Mr. Eon (The Mighty Mos Def) The Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection) Coast to coast (from '88 to '99) What? .. What? What? What? Mos Def: It's on fire tonight Everything on my side is lookin alright It's high power original, b-boy traditional Raw ba** material, huh, when individual True brand imperial you're hearin on your stereo Sit BACK, and listen, you ain't, in no position To deal with my condition-al mentally and physical Strength is indivisible, crews be comin pitiful Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual Ock, I'm not feelin' You, don't know what your label tellin you Or what magic beans they sellin you I can flow, you can't though, example Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah) Who be b**hin out to A&R demands so You can collect your little petty cash advance, hoe You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T Chorus: Mos Def: It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin And the poppers was poppin, and the breakers was breakin And it won't be long til everybody know that B-boys rock the document! - Do it! Sk**z: Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to d**h I'm foul, plus I'm winnin, you think I shot the ref? Rock a vest if you out of turn speakin Cause I'm right there like nightmares, I catch MC's while they sleepin I'm back, these rap cats is wildin Got em in the studio poppin valiums, remasterin they album I'm about to re-up and restructure the case You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced I got plans for this rap game (uh-huh) Put your head in the toilet and look son, if you think my sh** done changed My sh** is out of your range, rip you out of your frame Cop your tape and the next day, copped an exchange If you ain't, rockin raw, what you rockin for? Without heat, y'all MC's, ain't hot no more So for you lame cats tryin to put your hit out Try rockin back and forth, it might be easier to get your sh** out! Chorus: Mos Def: It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin And the poppers was poppin, and the breakers was breakin And it won't be long til everybody know that B-boys rock the document! - Do it! Mr. Eon: I'm Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-du Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones Wackest MC's, we pee on those No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique That sh** would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek Claimin they Godzilla's when they really Godzooki Got a mill' from Charlie Brown, when I kidnapped Snoopy Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless Starbuck coming through, leavin any pimp who*eless Stereo stompin Defeatin me is like Latrell chokin up John Thompson, Charles Bronson Had a d**h Wish for this next to left sh** Leavin all these hot air MC's breathless Chorus: Mos Def: It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin And the poppers was poppin, and the breakers was breakin And it won't be long til everybody know that B-boys rock the document! I said b-boys rock the document Do it...