I hope that y'all remember me
On the ave's where the Jeep's go past
In the coupes where the seats go back
Listen God did not make me a fearful person
I'm rockin' the hard right, ground zero, to far left
Ha
I believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessed
Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin' shot
For my hometown, break down a little history for you
I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around
Then we just keep movin' on
Tell the players and the coach I wasn't tryin' to blow spot
With the final seconds dwindling on the clock
Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory
You got work to do, I don't know if that work for you
Myrtle and Broadway, Roosevelt projects, Mossie projects
What's up Ochenta?
That's real
I'm, well balanced with immense talents
Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway, yeah, yeah y'all
Turn my voice up in the top a little bit
It's from my own weakness or shortcoming
Freaky radio
For Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master Jay
I put in work, I work with purpose
And them black things be so phat
All the great hero's who have passed away
Everywhere on the dial
But if not I won't be so mad
And I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for that
'Cause I'm not the architect of that I'm only the, the recipient
Ghetto people look alive with me
Dyin' in the street, or quiet in their sleep
Thank you Brooklyn, Thank you World
Yeah, yeah, ha
All the soldiers locked down in the cell
'Cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end
I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def
Burn the script then flip it to keep myself challenged
I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop
I get it there on the water, air, the surface
Freaky radio
Then fled the arena before they called cops
And that's the mark of a true champ-ine
Scott Laraque, Big and Pac, Feaky Tai, Big L
But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch
The only fear I have is my failure to adhere His path
If you see or hear goodness from me
I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam
But until then settle in and rock with me
And say, we 'gon, stop by
I Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rock
On the ghetto streets where y'all at
Freaky radio
To our loved ones, and deceased
With true respect and ghetto love
I stepped on the field from no league just home team
In the parties where it be so packed
Yeah, yeah there it is
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Feel good to be back
Because it must, and when it does, I hope that y'all remember me
Ghetto people, look alive and
If I could I would be so glad
And even if you don't see it my fam
That's whether I'm in or outside the ring
Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory
Tell you a little bit about me
Because it must and when it does
Feel free, we just keep movin' on
And this is a message to the people
Listen
I would love it just to hear this back
Just trust, that's what I'm about to be
You feel the impact niggaz yeah it's workin'
(Sans Marie)
Then that goodness is from The Creator
If you see weakness or shortcoming in me
(B.I.G.)
Now raise it up 'cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end
Let me hear it back
But that's how Mos work it through
You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that
And my work is personal, I'm a workin' person
No fights, no title, no crown or reign
Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail
Ha, that's what it's about to be
Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about
Feel my presence even when I'm up out this thing
Speaker box
And the atmosphere be so black
