Yasiin Bey - B-Boy Document lyrics

(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? 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 conditional 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**hi'n 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] 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! (document) 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] I'm Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-do 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] I said b-boys rock the document