Truth Enola - Stakes Is High (remix) lyrics

[Trugoy:] (Vibes... Vibrations...) Yeah... Check the vibe y'all, vibe y'all... (Vibes... Vibrations...) Dirty, rotten tooth Select from the sound booth Collect grammer Like panhandlers On skid row My John Doe'll Build a vision where thought can go walking Without the Devil hawking Stakes Is High like weed smoke We need folk To shed the truth To the wide youth [Truth Enola:] Enola got soul To hell with role models, teachers and guardians With rock-hard erections, and seven incisions Raw intercourse with mother nature She likes to bang to the left Teach all women and children only the best Stakes is Higher than the highest mountain Mos Def [Mos Def:] This is the 21st century, poor sh** ain't quaint The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint I do with some care cause I is who they ain't That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat Boy, ain't no keeping me back. Yes, Mos Def is the handle Try to test and get supressed like a government scandle Exhibit is exquisit and a level degrees Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees [Posdnuos:] Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life sh**ty Shutting down your rap group, and you best to believe Brothers become permanent n***as when they soul is a track And ain't no n***as like the one I know Cause what I know is them n***as gotta go Make me feel I need to by a fo-fo (Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though [Mos Def:] Cla**ic material like Run DMC. At least Four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees That it's them damn high Stakes That make you pump yo' brakes (vibes) Pump yo' brakes (vibes) Pump yo' brakes (vibes, vibes) Haha... (Vibrations...) Get with the viggy-vibe ya'll... [Posdnuos:] Stakes is High... You know them Stakes is High, when we dealing with the (Vibes... Vibrations...) Stakes is High... Man them Stakes is High... [Truth Enola:] Doctor, I'mma make those house calls and exercise those Some people getting burned, playing their toes close Fumble-eye sky tumble-ing down, stay humble-eye Sidle up and ride Beware, who you idolize Religious hypocrits who give away elbow in the face I'm Enola, system solar, Plug One, solely mine [Posdnuos:] We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail Now we think we better ourselves trying to be calm When you're puffing that (hay!) in the middle of the barn Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mind into yarn Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor Respecting life, by met up with d**h a little quicker And we let the body rock the party Until the party rocks the body Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin Run in the minds of opposing men [Trugoy:] Aiyo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say when And when to ask why, you accept the beast theory Cause you dwelling in a sty Can't face it man to man, son, I see it in your eye Conseal it, why try? Display it, when you relay it You're just a lie (Vibes... Vibrations...) [Posdnuos:] There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks But her ex came to town and took back her heart And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic Caught up in expressions And learning lessons of depression Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings To my little Aya-Mo when she having them dreams And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter Cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat Not a treat but a trick to s** in showers People kick last days, we in the last hours Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long Til' recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone But this loss coming through despite who try to see me These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy Sleazy [Mos Def:] Trying to please me with that s** appeal When you're livin' in the ghetto man you got to deal Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to k** They on all up in the party cause this rock is real n***as ain't stoppin' to think so they ain't gon' stop the violence Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence!" Through the projects, they terminate and expect violence I rather take it easy, keep it breezy like the Attic [Truth Enola:] Revi-revolutionize We keep it complex, so don't offend Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend And mobilize devil eyes Fight beside [?], you are the type For everything in life has a price Love black berry mola**es So smart you're stupid Hard heads create soft a**es [Trugoy:] So like mola**es That's how you move, and how we prove with that Come with the full-pack, to keep it native Like tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your earth spittins Can't write without that excite But when you come down, you're sh** is dumbfound Sounded weak like mundane, someday You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece Until then cease And I'm out like Reece (Vibes...) To get some Reese's Pieces Peace (Vibrations...) Check the... (Vibes... Vibrations...) (Vibes... Vibrations...)