Pull up to your spot on low
Shine brighter than all of they
cats that got on glow
Lay in the cut like they
not gon' know
Cause if I gotta make a move dog
they not gon' know
This door marked private this
is not fo' show
It's Mos Def what you call
real fo' sure
Is they what you call gangster, hell no
They get a little pinch and go
snitch to the po'
They all talk fast and they all think slow
I'm Mos Definite, not think so
Flood your city with the black ink flow
And my crew ain't scared
to let them things go
So, stop with the nonsense,
like he conscious
I'm just awake dog, I'm doing great dog
I don't play games so
I don't playa hate y'all
Get it straight or get the fuck
up out my face dog
I'm like the second plane that
made the tower's face off
That shit that let you know
it's really not a game dog
Your grind and my grind
ain't the same dog
I'm the catalogue, you the same song
So cool and old school like eight-four
The The one your little mami
winding up her waist for
The name that real niggas
got they hand raised for
Me and Mini got your 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 livest, the realest
And that's close
Don't push me cause I'm close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit lifting it up
From the big and the small
I'm like J. Brown getting involved
And when I'm letting off a round
don't get in the cross
Have your preacher man speaking
low getting his cross
Tell a wild cowboy not to
get off they horse
Before they find out the town
law is strictly enforced
It's a real bad way to get
your name in the Source
Testing the limits of a
dangerous force
You ended up dumb,
famous and gone
Your people shouting out
your name in they song
Pouring liquor on the day
you was born
Buying paint to put your face on a wall
C'mon fall back,
there's no need for all that
It'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
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 that's close
Don't push me cause
I'm close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit lifting it up
From the big and the small
I'm like J. Brown getting involved