Текст песни Creators f Black Star (Mos Def and Talib - Hard Margin
Creators f Black Star (Mos Def and Talib - Hard Margin слова песни
[Mos Def talking]See, now y`all cats think I`m playing haha(???) can`t see yo, see yo, see you tooIt`s not easy, it`s not easy to see all you hahaSee good, you know?If you can shop, you know[Mos Def](???)Hotter than the summer at KajasaWhere Francis Coppola and Dennis Hopper burned down the Don Store OperaHijack ya sponsorSome surrender greens, yet we remain unconqueredThe Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magicalMr. Tim`s other hand slappin youTread the narrow passage through the regulator habitatsPlace where ain`t no crackers atPlace where all the crackas at, outer city limitsHotter than the Red Light DistrictDealin rap flows, strictly cash flow businessStakes is high like astrophysicsPlay with mine, you`ll have no winningsLet these mother scratchers know from go ginninThey better move slow like old womenWe want the whole cake, whole milk and no skimminHand crafted flows wove in silk or linenWord is war/wore like denim, we textile blendinTopper say top spinninTranscribe the document, prominent on all continentsBlack Star congregates and dominatesBurn through your armor platesPipin hot and we not from concentrateMake the mass mob the market placeCuz we rock the black market tapesHard margin (hard margin)[Mos Def talking]haha haha, these cats is funny manThink it a big joke?They make a lotta presumptions based on some nonsenseYeah mon, ya don`t know meYa don`t know me, think you know me, ya don`t know meYa vision not sharpYa vision can`t see the light proper, ya see?[Talib Kweli]Movin the crowd like cattle from here to Picadilly CircusTry to battle us, it`s clearly silly and worthlessYou really can`t hurt us and it`s ridiculous to trySo stick us with us unless you wanna die and not know whyYo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive byFeel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your skyThinkin you fly, signin contracts with the devil, bust guys illerWe flatten your town like GodzillaWhether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks, five pence or ten centsWhatever the currency we currently intense like great sexYou make bets before you gamble your life awayOn mics I break up vets like fightsCrumble up rookies like cookiesLest y`all can deal with them bookiesAww sooky sooky, now looky looky hereYo you softer than pink cashmereJust catchin up with rhymes that I fuckin dropped last yearI flow clear like Evian, tap on that ass like SavionMy style`s way beyond the average rhyme savageThe shit that they be on, it ain`t doin no damageIf lyrical skills is food then them niggaz is famishedThey can`t manage so their shit is poorly representedNecessity`s the mother of everything that`s embeddedI came up with the style to see right through your smileMy rhyme is true and leave you kinda blue like MilesPick my gun up and run up on you just like the river NileBringin life to the mic like midwives deliver childNow the stakes is high so I`ma take you thereThat beef will get you all bloody cuz your steaks is rareThe hard marginWhy you startin? Your life get finishedCorny cats, no experience, green like spinachLookin diminished and malnourishedMe and Mos flourishThe illest shit ever dropped by American touristsHard margin[Mos Def]What if I drop the hard bargain?We the reason why Cipher start sparkinCurse on your whole dance squadronBlack Star shine and never darken(???) enlarging, hard margin, hard marginSo what if I rise and start sparkin?From never foolin lofty ass gardensRock your whole head, code red like margarineBlack Star shine, we never darken *echo*Hard margin{*Mos Def says more ad libs*}