yeah. check the vibe y'all
vibe y'all. dirty
rotten tooth
select from the sound booth
collect grammer
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 wide youth
enola got soul
to hell with role models
teachers and guardians
with rock-hard erections
and seven incisions
raw intercourse with mother nature
she likes to bang to the left
teach all women and children only the best
stakes is higher than the highest mountain
mos def
this is the 21st century
poor 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 fat
boy
ain't no keeping me back. yes
mos def is the handle
try to test and get supressed like a government scandle
exhibit is exquisit and a level degrees
flying high in the sky with the supa emcees
yo! i write rhymes like i come from new york city
rollin' with commitees
making your whole life shitty
shutting down your rap group
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 by a fo-fo
sending them express to hell though
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
pump yo' brakes
pump yo' brakes
haha. get with the viggy-vibe ya'll. stakes is high. you know them stakes is high
when we dealing with the
stakes is high. man them stakes is high. doctor
i'mma make those house calls and exercise those
some people getting burned
playing their toes close
fumble-eye sky tumble-ing down
stay humble-eye
sidle up and ride. beware
who you idolize
religious hypocrits who give away elbow in the face
i'm enola
system solar
plug one
solely mine
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 in the middle of the barn
stopping thoughts
so you can stretch a mind into yarn
funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor
respecting life
by met up with a little quicker
and we let the body rock the party
until the party rocks the body
cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin
run in the minds of opposing men
aiyo
my mens is going to have to learn when to say when
and when to ask why
you accept the
cause you dwelling in a sty
can't face it man to man
son
i see it in your eye
conseal it
why try? display it
when you relay it
you're just a lie. 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
to my little aya-mo when she having 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
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. trying to please me with that sex appeal
when you're livin' in 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 on all up in the party cause this rock 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!"