AhhhhhhhnnSpeak my mindnJust to reach your mindnTap a tempo off the instrumentalnJust to get the drum linenYou know it's my timenReel up and rewindnGet off that cheap winenSwinging on my grapevinenYou heard a brothernWorthy to create rhymesnI take it further than a murdernOr I hate crimenDon't hate on menWhat have you done for me latelynBeside to baith me assume and mistakenlynToo abstract than a backpacknTo super underground with the beats and ratsn'Cause I refuse to bust gattsnAnd wather down my rapsnTo get me caught up in a trapnAnd set me years back. Fuck that!nn[Mos Def:]nYeah right from the startnRemember that feelingnThe way the hip-hop used to make you feelnSo real likenGetting first signednThen the first time you heard Planet RocknWord is over, the GodnStaten Island, for real, for realnnI heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't shitnThem niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clipnThey never claimed thug or a pimpnThem niggas never made the attemptnHey yo, they ain't all thatnMen Six members men and four of them blacknWhat kind of racist statement is thatnThey need to change their viewsnStart talking about the clubbing they donThat's the reason we ain't fucking with younToday's artist is toughnTalking loud, this isn't enough, yeahnLet's talk about the guns you bustnNigga, the crack you cutnOr all the cars that you bought wholesalenOr the niggas rattling your cold tailnI've been keeping it realnLet's talk about the ash you feelnNow that's the way to get mass appealnY'all ain't heard that wownThe brothers ain't feeling your stylenYou get stoned play over the radio right nownnWhere we atnWh...Whe...Wher...Where we at (YA)nWhere we atnnDon't deny me, diss or austrsize men'Cause it's likely I'm all up in your sight geenIt's unreal how you deal and threat usnYour bunch of believersnI can tell just by the way you retreatnCactus is a discreed factnThey heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee racknSo you could put your seat backnPick up your feet and bring factsnRhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crapn'Cause your either bling-bliging or your next tails ringing (dring)nEither way it goes, fat baby ain't signingnThe game ain't over until we all get shinednI mean you do your thing and I do mine