Mos Def (Yasiin Bey)

Mos Def (Yasiin Bey) - Niggas In Poorest lyrics

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[Intro]

Live from America

Yasiin Yasiin Yasiin

N.I.P

Check it

[Verse 1]

Ball so hard, clean clothes look grimy

Pretty women don’t mind me

So what’s fifty grand to a young nigga like me?

More than my annual salary

Ball so hard, this shit crazy

Fought my side, the whole world hate me

Nervous stares hit the third affairs

Savannahs can of police tracing

Ball so hard this shit weird

We be home and still be scared

There’s grief here, there’s peace here

Easy and hard to be here

Psycho, I’m liable to turn Michael, take your pick

Myers, Myers, Myers, face it

Ball so hard, got holey socks

Dope block on my stove top

Jump all johns for astronauts

High at all with no planet rock, say

Ball so hard, this chopper too

We starving Marvin, you hot food

There’s birds of prey, no escape

Open-air prison, no pursuit

Ball so hard, who getting faded?

Little Maurice in the sixth grade

No mama, no father, role model the dope game, say

Ball so hard, b!tch behave

Standing behind the deuce-deuce-trey

Ice-cold, heat blow, closed casket, cold case

Ball so hard, that shit cray

[Verse 2]

These young bloods is looking scary at the mall

They wearing pants, you can still see they drawers

They rob a nigga in the bathroom stall

They took his life cause he ain’t want to take it all

Ball so hard, that shit cray

Ain’t it, Bey?

Diabetics, fish filet

Ball so hard, your hustle cold

Nigga, it ain’t spring

Every winter and I .. em with my heat again

Bourgie girl, grab your hand

Show you how to do this ghetto dance

F-ck your French, we ain’t in France

I’m just saying

Prince Williams ain’t do it right, if you ask me

If I was him, I’d put some black up in my family

Fake Gucci, my nigga, fake Louis, my killa

Real drugs, my dealer, who the f-ck is Margiela?

Doctors say I’m the illest, I ain’t got no insurance

It’s them niggas in poorest, be them rebel guerrillas, huh

[Interlude: Malcolm X]

I don’t worry

I tell you, I am a man who believed that I died twenty years ago

And I live like a man who is dead already

I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything

That shit cray

Ball so hard

That shit cray

[Verse 3]

To the kings and queens and everyone in every place, yo

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne

Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall

As it was written before

Amen, so it goes on

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne

These devils out here lying

Acting like the people ain’t dying

They silver and they gold

Ain’t never saved a soul

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne

Shout-outs to the earth and to the heavens

Lunar, solar eclipses

We seeking for forgiveness

And safety for our children

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne

Allah is in control

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