The High, Mighty, Skillz, Yasiin Bey - B-Boy Document '99 lyrics
[The High, Mighty, Skillz, Yasiin Bey - B-Boy Document '99 lyrics]
Yeah what it look like?
Mad Skillz mr eon (the mighty Mos Def)
Mighty Mos (the EC rawkus connection)
Coast to coast (from '88 to '99)
What what what what
It's on fire tonight
Everything on my side is looking alright
It's the high power original
B-boy traditional
Raw bass material, Brooklyn individual
True brand imperial you're hearing
On your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos Def initial
Sit back and listen, you ain't in no position
To deal with my conditional
Mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible
Crews be coming pitiful
Speech be sounding typical, downfall habitual
Akh, I'm not feeling you!
Don't know what your label telling you
Or what magic beans they selling you
(Uh, huh)
I can flow, you can't though, example
Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo
(yeah, ugh)
Who be bitching out to A&R demands so
You can collect your little
Petty cash advance, ho
You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me
I'm IN-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N T
It was a jam at the center
And the party was shaking
And the poppers was popping and
The breakers was breaking
And it won't be long til everybody knows that
B-boys rock the document
Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death
I'm foul, plus I'm winning
You think I shot the ref? (Uh, huh)
Rock a vest if you out of tone speaking
Cause I'm right there like nightmares
I catch MC's while they sleeping (yeah)
I'm back, these rap cats is wilding
(Wilding, huh)
Got em in the studio poppin valiums
Remastering they album (What)
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 shit done changed
My shit is out of your range
(Ugh) , rip you out of your frame
Cop your tape, and the next day
Copped an exchange if you ain't rocking raw
What you rocking for?
Without heat, y'all MC's ain't hot no more
(Ugh) so for you lame cats trying
To put your hit out (Ugh)
Try rocking back and forth: It might be
Easier to get your shit out!
It was a jam at the center
And the party was shaking
And the poppers was popping and
The breakers was breaking
And it won't be long til everybody knows that
B-boys rock the document
I'm Jedi Master, Mace Windu
What you been through
Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Badu
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 shit would be as ignorant
As Jimmy the Greek (Woo)
Claiming 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
(Ugh) in accordance
With all the laws from the cordless
Starbuck coming through
Leaving any pimp whoreless (Woo)
Stereo stomping (Uh, huh)
Defeating me is like Latrell
Choking up John Thompson
Charles Bronson had a Death Wish
For this next-to left shit
Leaving all these hot air MC's breathless
It was a jam at the center
And the party was shaking
And the poppers was popping and
The breakers was breaking
And it won't be long til everybody knows that
B-boys rock the document
I said b-boys rock the document
(ument ument echoes)
DJ scratches "b-boy, document"
Mad Skillz mr eon (the mighty Mos Def)
Mighty Mos (the EC rawkus connection)
Coast to coast (from '88 to '99)
What what what what
It's on fire tonight
Everything on my side is looking alright
It's the high power original
B-boy traditional
Raw bass material, Brooklyn individual
True brand imperial you're hearing
On your stereo
Transcribe the live, the Mos Def initial
Sit back and listen, you ain't in no position
To deal with my conditional
Mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible
Crews be coming pitiful
Speech be sounding typical, downfall habitual
Akh, I'm not feeling you!
Don't know what your label telling you
Or what magic beans they selling you
(Uh, huh)
I can flow, you can't though, example
Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo
(yeah, ugh)
Who be bitching out to A&R demands so
You can collect your little
Petty cash advance, ho
You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me
I'm IN-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N T
It was a jam at the center
And the party was shaking
And the poppers was popping and
The breakers was breaking
And it won't be long til everybody knows that
B-boys rock the document
Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death
I'm foul, plus I'm winning
You think I shot the ref? (Uh, huh)
Rock a vest if you out of tone speaking
Cause I'm right there like nightmares
I catch MC's while they sleeping (yeah)
I'm back, these rap cats is wilding
(Wilding, huh)
Got em in the studio poppin valiums
Remastering they album (What)
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 shit done changed
My shit is out of your range
(Ugh) , rip you out of your frame
Cop your tape, and the next day
Copped an exchange if you ain't rocking raw
What you rocking for?
Without heat, y'all MC's ain't hot no more
(Ugh) so for you lame cats trying
To put your hit out (Ugh)
Try rocking back and forth: It might be
Easier to get your shit out!
It was a jam at the center
And the party was shaking
And the poppers was popping and
The breakers was breaking
And it won't be long til everybody knows that
B-boys rock the document
I'm Jedi Master, Mace Windu
What you been through
Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Badu
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 shit would be as ignorant
As Jimmy the Greek (Woo)
Claiming 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
(Ugh) in accordance
With all the laws from the cordless
Starbuck coming through
Leaving any pimp whoreless (Woo)
Stereo stomping (Uh, huh)
Defeating me is like Latrell
Choking up John Thompson
Charles Bronson had a Death Wish
For this next-to left shit
Leaving all these hot air MC's breathless
It was a jam at the center
And the party was shaking
And the poppers was popping and
The breakers was breaking
And it won't be long til everybody knows that
B-boys rock the document
I said b-boys rock the document
(ument ument echoes)
DJ scratches "b-boy, document"