Respiration

Black Star

[Featuring Common]



[Mos Def]



People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented



cats underground with that raw shit. Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the



raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really...



To me, It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky



These niggas suck like kitty,



and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies



I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators



With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors



Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold



Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old



You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about



You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!



Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness



Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness



I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots



My point is, your flow can stop!



By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home



Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome



In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep



And keep it blacker than the back of your neck



What you expect, that shit's hollerin



Cause we developin the followin



gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans?



I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first



Before your rise gets worse



You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me



Stop it hurts, what you say to me?



Like thats supposed to mean something



You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club



Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub



Come on everybody, come on and show your love



*repeat 4X*



Chorus: *chanted in background* [Common]



Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X*



[Common]



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