Pull up to your spot all low.
shine brighter than all the cats that got on glow.
lay in the cut like they not and'gon know
and'coz if i gottaand' make a move dog they not and'gon know.
this dorm all private. this is not foand' show.
is mos def whatchuand' call andquot;realandquot;? foand' shoand'!
is dave what you call andquot;gangstaandquot;? hell no!
they get a little pinch and gonand' snitch to the poand'.
they all talk fast, but they all think slow.
iand'm mos def-inite, not think so!
flood your city with the black ink flow and my crew ainand't scared to let them andquot;thingsandquot; go.
so, stop with the nonsense. like he conscious. iand'm just awake, dogg. iand'm doinand' great dogg. i donand't play games so i donand't player hate yaand'll. get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dogg!
iand'm like the second plane that made the towers face off.
the shit that let you know itand's really not a game dogg.
your grind and my grind ainand't the same dogg.
iand'm the catalog. you the same song.
so cool iand'm old school like and'84.
the one the little mamis windinand' up they waist for.
the one the real niggaand's got they hand raised for.
me and dave chapelle got it yellow-taped off.
(itand's a skate off.)
(don`t push me `cause i`m close)
to the streets, to the beats, the bitches, the niggas, the women, the children, the workers, the dealers, the addicts, the killers, the quiet, the livest, the realest, and thatand's close.
(don`t push me and'coz i`m close)
to the edge, back, middle, and front. strong black shit lifting it up. from the big and the small, i`m like j. brown getting involved...
...and when iand'm lettinand' off a round, donand't get in the cross.
have your preacher man talking low, gettinand' his cross.
tell a wild cowboy not to get off they horse
before they found out the town all strictly enforced.
itand's a real bad way to get your name in the source.
test the limits of a dangerous force. you ended up dumb, famous, and gone.
your people shouting out your name in they song.
pour liquor on the day you were born.
find paint to put your face on the wall.
come on, fall back!
thereand's no need for all that. itand's all good.
we all here going all out, all live, all day.
listen when the song say:
(don`t push me `cause i`m close)
(ha!)to the streets, to the beats, the bitches, the niggas, the women, the children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers, the quiet, the livest, the realest, and thatand's close.
(don`t push me and'coz i`m close)
to the edge, back, middle, and front. strong black shit lifting it up. from the big and the small, i`m like j. brown getting involved...now get yours!
