http://soundcloud.com/3ddistro/black-star-fix-up
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[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
I resolve, me and mine involved
A lot of cats talk live, they ain’t live at all
Sideline check, hush when it’s time to ball
Said you was in charged, but the pies are sharp
You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes
The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline
Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time
But weigh it up, duke – your power ain’t a ounce of mine
You’re down for mine, ashy and ground for mine
Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine
Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine
Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine
Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind
Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light
Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames
Beautiful and fantastic things
Like peace, equality; Allah see everything
Don’t call it a comeback, I was home anyway
Ain’t mister measure for all any time we been away
Travelling man I carry home with me every day
Bey, slim body push heavy weight
Fix up look sharp, elevate
And I don’t mean Copperfield or David Blaine
We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
The wait is over, or is it overweight
The game is bloated, there’s no escape
They sub-standard, we substantial
We got the great names, they got the love handles
We slimming down, trim the fat
Sit it down with all that chitter-chat
You talking this and that – simmer down
Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son
The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels
I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does
Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup
People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug
You doubted us, but you’re still hating – wow, I’m proud of ya!
Committed to your cause and it’s caused you to be a sourpuss
Ain’t a number that could measure your level of cowardice
You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don’t get out enough
Turn up the motherfuckers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough
Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us
You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness
Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us
You tryna bust – you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug
The populace is ignorant, thank you for reminding us
Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards
Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Fix up look sharp
Black Star, good God
And when the sky look dark
Shine a light, look ahead, look up
[Verse 3]
Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art
(Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon)
Shut down Babylon (Smash all automaton)
Feel the beat (Got 'em feeling geeked like it's Comic-Con)
Far from the hardy-har (more like a Tomahawk)
Rocket launch, Ali right cross knock they choppers off
(Kweli and Mr. Bey) Fresh not from concentrate
Looking very sharp today (Thank you brother, Danke Schoen)
Crowd working more than German engineering
(And all the frequency they thought they hear the interference)
Flashes of the spirit (Seekers of the clearing)
They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror
(Look, in that window is a freedom fighter’s grandson)
Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun
Look, parade, caravan (Diplomat, degenerate)
Messiah (Pariah) The leader of the syndicate
(Peace treaty written in) loophole penmanship
(Same rows, two sides) Palaces and tenements
Dispossesed made a tongue noble open the lonely heart
(Peel apart) Come together (Come together) peel apart, come together
[Hook]
I resolve, me and mine involved
A lot of cats talk live, they ain’t live at all
Sideline check, hush when it’s time to ball
Said you was in charged, but the pies are sharp
You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes
The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline
Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time
But weigh it up, duke – your power ain’t a ounce of mine
You’re down for mine, ashy and ground for mine
Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine
Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine
Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine
Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind
Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light
Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames
Beautiful and fantastic things
Like peace, equality; Allah see everything
Don’t call it a comeback, I was home anyway
Ain’t mister measure for all any time we been away
Travelling man I carry home with me every day
Bey, slim body push heavy weight
Fix up look sharp, elevate
And I don’t mean Copperfield or David Blaine
We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
The wait is over, or is it overweight
The game is bloated, there’s no escape
They sub-standard, we substantial
We got the great names, they got the love handles
We slimming down, trim the fat
Sit it down with all that chitter-chat
You talking this and that – simmer down
Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son
The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels
I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does
Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup
People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug
You doubted us, but you’re still hating – wow, I’m proud of ya!
Committed to your cause and it’s caused you to be a sourpuss
Ain’t a number that could measure your level of cowardice
You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don’t get out enough
Turn up the motherfuckers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough
Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us
You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness
Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us
You tryna bust – you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug
The populace is ignorant, thank you for reminding us
Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards
Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Fix up look sharp
Black Star, good God
And when the sky look dark
Shine a light, look ahead, look up
[Verse 3]
Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art
(Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon)
Shut down Babylon (Smash all automaton)
Feel the beat (Got 'em feeling geeked like it's Comic-Con)
Far from the hardy-har (more like a Tomahawk)
Rocket launch, Ali right cross knock they choppers off
(Kweli and Mr. Bey) Fresh not from concentrate
Looking very sharp today (Thank you brother, Danke Schoen)
Crowd working more than German engineering
(And all the frequency they thought they hear the interference)
Flashes of the spirit (Seekers of the clearing)
They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror
(Look, in that window is a freedom fighter’s grandson)
Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun
Look, parade, caravan (Diplomat, degenerate)
Messiah (Pariah) The leader of the syndicate
(Peace treaty written in) loophole penmanship
(Same rows, two sides) Palaces and tenements
Dispossesed made a tongue noble open the lonely heart
(Peel apart) Come together (Come together) peel apart, come together
[Hook]
Black Star - You Already Knew
http://soundcloud.com/3ddistro/black-st ... ready-knew
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[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Fight for the whole purse
Cause life is a cold verse
[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
Mathematics is steel in the hour of chaos
And God power love
Temple and Tower of Babylon
Break the grate, steel gang elevate
Above all hate and all things
Grace, enthusiasm, sincerity, passion
Known through the classes and masses, massive
Trans-Atlantic mad but you are living Asiatic
The organic masters, the cream of the planet
The Panthers saw us with answers
Medicine for madness, divine guideline for balance
Beyond sensational rapture
How clever to capture phony ceremony theatrics
So real it's sure real
Look at my face -- you could feel it before I had anything to say
Yasiin, Dante, Black Star, ever see all day
Fantastic, great, rise, elevate
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Before I make a noise, you already know
And that's the truth
I said, before I make a noise
You already know
And that's the truth
I said, before I make a noise
You already know
And that's the truth
And it never made the news
It don't need to make the news to be true
Black Star, black black so
What's up with you?
How you doing, how you feel?
[Yasiin and Talib Kweli]
How you doing, how you feel?
And let the world spin round and round
No matter how it spin, it won't break me down
I'm on solid ground, but far above the clouds
[Yasiin Bey]
Consumer evil easing on down
Black and I'm proud, say
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Way more than just a stereo filler
Rising way above it
People love it, our material realer
We spit heavy Rick Perry is a serial killer
Forget Carrie at the prom with a bucket of blood
It gets scary
Get buried just for speaking your mind
Stopped so often driving on the Turnpike
It's like driving in a coffin
I'm asking who riding, but riding is quite exhausting
Calling cats forfeit who get with the game often
Looking for fame and fortune, they try to remain important
Consorting with them whores and releasing the same endorphins
A pimp is still pimping regardless of what you call him
Myamine ain't just a fancy name for dolphin
Never get caught up in a name -- ask Yasiin
The realest she ever seen, Talib Kweli Greene
Funny people used to give my mom a hard time
Now my President is black and his name is hard as mine
Imagine if the Tea Party was black as the Caucus
They would be at the rally telling cops back up off 'em
Do it for the glory, the ghetto, the war stories
Soldiers on shore leave who occupy Wall Street
For good chicks who give it up to God on Sundays
Pretty chicks walking on the project runways
Rocking black on black like the project gunplay
Your sun'll come back out one day, trust me
[Hook 2: Yasiin Bey]
Before I make a noise
You already know
And it's the truth
I said, before I make the news
You already know
And that's the truth
I said, before it made the news
You already knew
And that's the truth
And it never made the news
It don't need to make the news to be true
Black Star, black black too
What's up with you?
How you doing, how you feel?
How you doing, how you feel?
[Yasiin and Talib Kweli]
And let the world spin round and round
No matter how it spin, it won't break me down
I'm on solid ground, but far above the clouds
[Yasiin Bey]
The sin of evil isn't going down
Black and I'm proud, say it now
I make them set their hands down, say
Black Star, get down
Never mind, look around
Fight for the whole purse
Cause life is a cold verse
[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
Mathematics is steel in the hour of chaos
And God power love
Temple and Tower of Babylon
Break the grate, steel gang elevate
Above all hate and all things
Grace, enthusiasm, sincerity, passion
Known through the classes and masses, massive
Trans-Atlantic mad but you are living Asiatic
The organic masters, the cream of the planet
The Panthers saw us with answers
Medicine for madness, divine guideline for balance
Beyond sensational rapture
How clever to capture phony ceremony theatrics
So real it's sure real
Look at my face -- you could feel it before I had anything to say
Yasiin, Dante, Black Star, ever see all day
Fantastic, great, rise, elevate
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Before I make a noise, you already know
And that's the truth
I said, before I make a noise
You already know
And that's the truth
I said, before I make a noise
You already know
And that's the truth
And it never made the news
It don't need to make the news to be true
Black Star, black black so
What's up with you?
How you doing, how you feel?
[Yasiin and Talib Kweli]
How you doing, how you feel?
And let the world spin round and round
No matter how it spin, it won't break me down
I'm on solid ground, but far above the clouds
[Yasiin Bey]
Consumer evil easing on down
Black and I'm proud, say
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Way more than just a stereo filler
Rising way above it
People love it, our material realer
We spit heavy Rick Perry is a serial killer
Forget Carrie at the prom with a bucket of blood
It gets scary
Get buried just for speaking your mind
Stopped so often driving on the Turnpike
It's like driving in a coffin
I'm asking who riding, but riding is quite exhausting
Calling cats forfeit who get with the game often
Looking for fame and fortune, they try to remain important
Consorting with them whores and releasing the same endorphins
A pimp is still pimping regardless of what you call him
Myamine ain't just a fancy name for dolphin
Never get caught up in a name -- ask Yasiin
The realest she ever seen, Talib Kweli Greene
Funny people used to give my mom a hard time
Now my President is black and his name is hard as mine
Imagine if the Tea Party was black as the Caucus
They would be at the rally telling cops back up off 'em
Do it for the glory, the ghetto, the war stories
Soldiers on shore leave who occupy Wall Street
For good chicks who give it up to God on Sundays
Pretty chicks walking on the project runways
Rocking black on black like the project gunplay
Your sun'll come back out one day, trust me
[Hook 2: Yasiin Bey]
Before I make a noise
You already know
And it's the truth
I said, before I make the news
You already know
And that's the truth
I said, before it made the news
You already knew
And that's the truth
And it never made the news
It don't need to make the news to be true
Black Star, black black too
What's up with you?
How you doing, how you feel?
How you doing, how you feel?
[Yasiin and Talib Kweli]
And let the world spin round and round
No matter how it spin, it won't break me down
I'm on solid ground, but far above the clouds
[Yasiin Bey]
The sin of evil isn't going down
Black and I'm proud, say it now
I make them set their hands down, say
Black Star, get down
Never mind, look around
