Like That

(Big Daddy Kane: Check it out y'all)

[ VERSE 1: Mos Def ]

Well it's the ill funk freaker, keynote speaker

To make a crowd jump up and outshout Eureka!

Gold-struck, I make a whole staff go (buck-)

Nuts when I represent the cuts on the struck, what

Niggas wanna start beef and throw a fit

And puffin out they chest when they can't sing a hit

Shit, son, you know you need to stop that shit

Son, you know you need to stop that shit

Gettin too hot, you 'bout to catch a ill crash landin

I take you to places beyond your deepest understanding

If there's a hell below, then fuck it, we can go

But I really doub that

You can find your route back

It's the outback ranger, sound shape arranger

Spells danger to any punk fakin the funk that got the vapes

With the bump to make your backbone hump

You mistook me for a chump, nigga, you must be drunk

Like a bum on the bus you can play in the rear

Kid, you drink too much beer to even merit my fear

I'm always shinin light bright cause my mind is clear

I got the crisp vocal tone for the world to hear

I flash a grin cause once again the losers can't win

Even as a novice I exhibited promise

So please, you can act surprised if you want

That Mos is a pro, not a dilettant

Call me the pro-active mack with the ludicrously fat shit

That never fail to twist a nigga cap backwards

Beatin 'em numb to the hum of a drum

When the M-o-s come batty done, so run

Deserve a word like phenomenon

Like that

[ Chorus: Mos Def ]

We are UTD and

This is our way of livin

We rock and shock the party

With the vibes that we be givin

So where ya at y'all?

Where ya at?

Where ya at y'all

Where ya at?

[ VERSE 2: Ces ]

I got the book of rhyme pages for all types of ages

All types of phrases, I been to mad places

I guess that means that I been around

I got the ear for the sound, the sound of the underground

I'm not lost and could never be found

I give my man a pound from the love and respect

A brother try to diss me, I put his ass in check

I yoked him by the neck cause I don't go for the disrespect

Black, you don't even know me like that

But if you wanna blow we can go to combat

So - so - so - so

Don't never even think about jerkin me

I got mad grip with the UTD

A brother baby boo and the QCD

Now when I flow I drop the b-o-m-b

Cause it's like that, what, yes it's like that

It's like that, what, yes it's like that

It's like that - well what is it like?

What is it like when I pick up the mic

I attract and excite at night like dynamite

I got a brother so heated that he was ready to fight

So I gotta keep the grip that's tight, aight

I walk through the street swiftly and safely

But you never catch me with my shit locked on safety

Cause I gotta be ready, be ready for the bomb

Be ready to throw down, be ready to get it on

(It's a shame) Now brothers is trife in this life

And I already been through enough strains and strife

A brother tried to play me and 'do me baby' like Silk

The joke was on him, he didn't know that I was drinkin milk

So I ripped and pulled until I flexed

My eyes turned red so he could see that I was vexed

I caught wreck and then I yoked him by the neck

I loved him like a reject, full of neglect

So who's next to contest

You don't want it but you're on it

[ Chorus ]

[ VERSE 3: DCQ ]

Well let's take it down to the nitty gritty

The dot-dot-ditty from the fourth largest city

Where is that? Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy region

The U is comin through with the freshest this season

Even kill, it's all real, you know the deal

Say what you will and do how you feel

It's the Brakalak bop, blowin up spots

Just be cautious, cause the shit is type hot

Book page turner, teach and learner

Givin niggas heart ( ? ) without the fuckin burner

Constantly keepin it on the one

Cause the god's only doin what must be done

From cypher to born we got it goin on

(Mos Def: Yo D, watch your bars, god, we runnin too long)

Peace, you see I'm out of time

Niggas gotta go for theirs, yo, I went for mine

[ Chorus ]

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