Close Edge

Mos Def

pull up to yo' spot on low,

shine brighter than all of the cats they got on glow,

lay in the cut like they not gonna know cause

if i gotta make a move dawg, they not gonna know

this door marked private this is not fo' sho',

its mos def what you call real fo sho

this thing what you call gangsta hell no

they get a little pinch and go snitch to the po

they all talk fast but they all think slow

i'm mos' definite not think so

flood ya city with the black ink flow

and my crew ain't scared to let them things go so

stop with the nonsense

like he conscience

i'm just away dawg

i'm doing great dawg

i don't play games so i don't playa hate y'all

get it straight or get the fuck up out of my face dawg

i'm like the second plane that made the towers face off

the shit to let you know it's really not a game y'all

your grind and my grind ain't the same dawg

i'm the catalog, you the same song

so cool and old skool like a-full

the one ya little mommy windin' up her waist for

the name real niggas got they hands raised for

me and ninny got ya block yellow taped 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 killers, the addicts, the dealers, the quiet, the lifers, the realist and thats close..



don't push me cause i'm close the edge, back, middle and front,

strong black shit liftin' it up,

from the big to the small,

i'm like jay brown getting involved,

and when i'm letting off a round don't get in the cross

have the preacher man speaking low getting his calls

tell a wild cowboy not to get off they horse before they find out

the town law strictly enforced

it's a real bad way to get yo name in the source

testing the limits of a dangerous force

you ended up dumb, famous an gone

ya people shoutin' out yo name in they song

pooring liquor on the day you was born

buyin' pai