The Creators, Black Star - Hard Margin lyrics

See, now y'all cats think I'm playing (haha)
Ya think that's a joke?
Can't see yo, see yo, see you too
It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you
(haha) see good, you know?
He vision sharp, you know?

Morenos de palabra
Hotter than the summer at Kinshasa
Where Francis Coppola and
Dennis Hopper burned
Down the Dime Store Opera hijack ya sponsor
Some surrender greens
Yet we remain unconquered
The Black Star galactical
Contemporary, classical, magical
Mr tim's other hand slappin you
Tread the narrow passage through
The regulated habitats
Place where ain't no crackers at
Place where all the Crack is at


Outer city limits
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play with mine, you'll have no winnings
Let these mother scratchers know
From go ginnin
They better move slow like old women
We want the whole cake
Whole milk and no skimmin
Hand crafted flows wove in silk or linen
Workers worn like denim, we textile blendin
Topper say top spinnin
Transcribe the document
Prominent on all continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin hot and we not from concentrate
Make the mass mob the market place
Cuz we rock the black market tapes
Hard margin (hard margin)

Haha haha, these cats is funny man
Think it a big joke?
They make a lotta presumptions
Based on some nonsense
Yeah mon, ya don't know me
Ya don't know me, think you know me
Ya don't know me ya vision not sharp
Ya vision can't receive the light proper
Ya see?

Movin the crowd like cattle from
Here to Picadilly Circus try to battle us
It's clearly silly and worthless
You really can't hurt us and
It's ridiculous to try
So stick us with us unless you
Wanna die and not know why
Yo we spray you with ambition
Like an inner drive by
Feel the pain of my rain when I
Snatch the sun out your sky
Thinkin you fly, signin contracts
With the devil, but God's iller
We flatten your town like Godzilla
Whether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks
Five pence or ten cents
Whatever the currency we currently
Intense like great sex
You make bets before you
Gamble your life away
On mics I break up vets like fights
Crumble up rookies like cookies
Lest y'all can deal with them bookies
Aww sooky sooky, now looky looky here
Yo you softer than pink cashmere
Just catchin up with rhymes that
I fuckin dropped last year
I flow clear like Evian
Tap on that ass like Savion
My style's way beyond the
Average rhyme savage
The shit that they be on
It ain't doin no damage
If lyrical skills is food then
Them niggas is famished they can't manage
So their shit is poorly represented
Necessity's the mother of
Everything that's embedded
I came up with the style to
See right through your smile
My rhyme is true and leave
You kinda blue like Miles
Pick my gun up and run up on
You just like the river Nile
Bringin life to the mic
Like midwives deliver child
Now the stakes is high so
I'mma take you there
That beef will get you all bloody
Cuz your steaks is rare the hard margin
Why you startin? Your life get finished
Corny cats, no experience, green like spinach
Lookin diminished and malnourished
Me and Mos flourish
The illest shit ever dropped
By American tourists hard margin

Fortified drop the hard bargain
We the reason Ciphers start sparkin'
Control your whole damn squadron
Black Star shine and never darken
Enlarging, hard margin, hard margin
Fortified rhymes that start sparkin
From Liverpool to Lafayette Gardens
Rock your whole head, Code Red like Martian
Black Star shine, we never darken, darken
Darken hard margin