Mos Def - Close Edge lyrics

rate me

Pull up to ya spot on low

Shine brighter than all o' them cats they got on glow

Layin' the cut like they not gon' know

Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know

This door marked private this is not fo' sho'

It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sho'

Is they what you call gangsta, hell no

They get a lil' pitch and go snitch to the po'

They all talk fast and 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 conscious

I'm just alright dawg, I'm doin' great dawg

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

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

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 dawg

Your grind and my grind ain't the same dawg

I'm the catalog, you the same song

So cool and ol' school like '84

The one ya lil mami windin' up on ways for

The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for

Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off

Don't push me (get off)

'Cuz I'm close - To the streets,

to the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,

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, cuz I'm close

To the edge, back, middle, and front

Strong back shit liftin' it up

From the big and the small

I'm like J. Brown Gettin' Involved

But when I'm lettin' off around don't get in the cross

Have ya preacher man speakin' low gettin' his cross

Tell 'em wild cowboy not to get off they horse

Before they find out the talion is strictly enforced

It's a real bad way to get ya name in the Source

Testin' the limits of a dangerous force

Ya ended up dumb famous and gone

Your people shoutin' out ya name in they song

Pourin' liquor on the day you was born

Find paint to put ya face on the wall

C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that

It's all good, we all here, goin' all out (all out)

All day, listen when this song say

Don't push me 'cuz I'm close - To the streets,

To the beach, the bitches, the niggaz,

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, cuz I'm close

To the edge, back, middle, and front

Strong back shit liftin' it up

From the big and the small

I'm like J. Brown Gettin' Involved

Now get yours

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