Stakes is High (Remix)

[Intro: Trugoy, James Brown sample]

"Vibes... vibrations"

Yeah... check the vibe, y'all, vibe, y'all

"Vibes... vibrations"

[Verse 1: Trugoy]

Dirty, rotten tooth, select from the sound booth

Collect grammar like panhandlers on Skid Row

My John Doe'll build a vision where thought can go walking

Without the Devil hawking

Stakes is high like weed smoke

We need folk to shed the truth (to the Y-outh)

[Verse 2: Truth Enola]

Enola got soul

To hell with role models, teachers, and guardians

With rock-hard erections and several incisions

Raw intercourse with Mother Nature

She likes to bang to the left

Teach our women and children only the best

Stakes is higher than the highest mountain – Mos Def!

[Verse 3: Mos Def]

This is the 21st century, pa, shit ain't quaint

The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint

I do with some care 'cause I is who they ain't

That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fact

Boy, ain't no keeping me back

Yes, Mos Def is the handle

Try to test and get supressed like a government scandal

Exhibit is exquisite and a level degrees

Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees

[Verse 4: Posdnuos]

Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City

Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty

Shutting down your tactic, and you best to believe

Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track

And ain't no niggas like the one I know

'Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go

Make me feel I need to buy a .44

(Bloop, bloop) Sending them express to Hell's door

[Verse 5: Mos Def, James Brown sample]

Classic material like Run-DMC

At least four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees

That it's them damn high stakes that make you pump yo' brakes ("Vibes...")

Pump yo' brakes ("Vibes...")

Pump yo' brakes ("Vibes..." "Vibes..."), haha

("Vibrations...") Get with the viggy-vibe, y'all

[Chorus: Posdnuos]

Stakes is high

You know them stakes is high

When we dealing with the "Vibes... vibrations"

Stakes is high

Man, them stakes is high

[Verse 6: Truth Enola]

Dr.Ama'll make those house calls and exorcise ghosts

Most our people getting burned, playing that toast close

Fumble-eye sky tumbling down, stay humble-eyed

Saddle up and ride, beware who you idolize

Religious hypocrites who creep my way – elbow in the face

I'm Enola, system so live, Plug Won, soul and mine

[Verse 7: Posdnuos]

We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail

Now we think we better ourselves trying, to be calm

When you're puffing that ("Hay!") in the middle of the barn

Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mitten of yarn

Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor

Respectin' life, but met up with Death a little quicker

And we live the body, rock the party

Until the party rocks the body

'Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin

Runnin' the minds of opposing men

[Verse 8: Trugoy]

Ayo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say "when"

And when to ask "why"

You accept the beast theory, 'cause you dwelling in they sty

Can't face it man to man, son, I see it in your eye (Why?)

Conceal it, why try?

Display it, when you relay it, you're just a lie

"Vibes... vibrations"

[Verse 9: Posdnuos]

There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks

But her ex came to town and took back her heart

And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic

Caught up in expressions

And learning lessons of depression

Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings

'Til my little Aya-Mo wakes me outta them dreams

And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter

'Cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat

Not a treat, but a trick to sex in showers

People kick "last days," we in the last hours ("Vibrations...")

Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long

'Til recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone

But this loss coming through, despite who try to see me

These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy, sleazy

[Verse 10: Mos Def]

Trying to please me with that sex appeal

When you're livin' out the ghetto, man, you got to deal

Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel

Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to kill

The Don Juan up in the party 'cause his rocks is real

Niggas ain't stoppin' to think, so they ain't gon' stop the violence

Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence!"

Through the projects, they Terminator X "Buck Whylin'"

I rather take it easy, keep a breeze like a attic

[Verse 11: Truth Enola]

Revol--revolutionize

We keep it complex, so don't offend

Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend

And mobilize devil allies

Fight for solidarity, reward the type

But everything in life has a price

Love "Blackberry Molasses"

So smart you're stupid, hard heads create soft asses

[Verse 12: Trugoy]

Slow like molasses

That's how you move, and how we prove with that

Come with the full-pack, and keep it Native

Like Tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your Earth spittin's

Can't write without that excite

But when you come down, your shit is dumbfound

You're grounded

Soundin' weak like Monday through Sunday

You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece

Until then, cease

And I'm out like Reece

[Outro: Trugoy, James Brown sample]

"Vibes..."

To get some Reese's Pieces, peace

"Vibes... vibrations"

Check the...

"Vibes... vibrations"

"Vibes... vibrations"

"Vibes... vibrations"