B-Boy Document '99

Yeah, uhh
 What it look like? Mad Skillz
 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 bass material, huh, when individual
 True brand imperial you're hearin' on your stereo
 Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
 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
 Who be bitchin' 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
 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 till everybody know that
 B-Boys rock the document, do it
 Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death
 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
 Put your head in the toilet and look son
 If you think my shit done changed
 My shit 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 M C'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 shit out!
 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 till everybody know that
 B-Boys rock the document, do it
 I'm Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through
 Keep M C's heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-du
 Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones
 Wackest M C's, we pee on those
 No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique
 That shit 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
 Star buck coming through, leavin' any pimp whore less
 Stereo stompin', defeatin' me is like
 Latrell chokin' up John Thompson, Charles Bronson
 Had a death wish for this next to left shit
 Leavin' all these hot air MC's breathless
 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 till everybody know that
 The B-boys rock the document and said B-Boys rock the document do it
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