Fix Up

Brilliance
 Nice, nice levels
 Thank you Mr. Jackson
 Ha
 Fix up, look sharp, yo
 I resolve, me and mine involved
 A lot of cats talk live, they ain't live at all
 Sideline check, hush when it's time to ball
 Said you was charged an' all, I'm surprised at y'all
 You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes
 The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline
 Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time
 But weigh it up, duke – your pound ain't a ounce of mine
 You're down for mine, ashy and ground for mine
 Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine
 Pull down the blinds, shade don't out my shine
 Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine
 Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind
 Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light
 Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames
 Beautiful and fantastic things
 Like peace, equality; Allah see everything
 Don't call it a comeback, I was home anyway
 Ain't mister measure for all any time we been away
 Travelling man I carry home with me every day
 Bey, slim body push heavy weight
 Fix up look sharp, elevate
 And I don't mean Copperfield or David Blaine
 We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star
 The wait is over, or is it overweight?
 The game is bloated, there's no escape
 They sub-standard, we substantial
 We got the great names, they got the love handles
 We slimming down, trim the fat
 Sit it down with all that chitter-chat
 You talking this and that—simmer down
 Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son
 The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels
 I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does
 Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup
 People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug
 You doubted us, but you're still hating – wow, I'm proud of ya!
 Committed to your cause and it's caused you to be a sourpuss
 Ain't a number that could measure your level of cowardice
 You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don't get out enough
 Turn up the motherfuckers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough
 Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us
 You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness
 Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us
 You tryna bust – you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug
 The populace is ignorant, thank you for reminding us
 Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards
 Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra
 Hey, fix up, look sharp
 Black Star, good God
 And when the sky look dark
 Shine a light, look ahead, look up
 Fix up, look sharp
 Black Star, good God
 And when the sky look dark
 Shine a light, look ahead, look up
 Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art
 Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon
 Shut down Babylon Smash all automaton
 Feel the beat, Got 'em feeling geeked like it's Comic-Con
 Far from the hardy-har, more like a Tomahawk
 Rocket launch, Ali right cross knock they choppers off
 Kweli and Mr. Bey, Fresh not from concentrate
 Looking very sharp today, Thank you brother, Danke Schoen
 Craft working more than German engineering
 And all the frequency that don't adhere to interference
 Flashes of the spirit, seekers of the clearance
 They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror
 Look, in that window is a freedom fighter's grandson
 Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun
 Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate
 Messiah Pariah The leader of the syndicate
 Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship
 Same rows, two sides, Palaces and tenements
 Dispossessed native tongue noble open the lonely heart
 Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart
 Come together
 Fix up, look sharp
 Black Star, good God
 And when the sky look dark
 Shine a light, look ahead, look up
 Fix up, look sharp
 Black Star, good God
 And when the sky look dark
 Shine a light, look ahead, look up