Stakes Is High (remix) Lyrics

Stakes Is High (remix) lyrics

[Featuring Enola Gay Mos Def]
*Trugoy:*
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Vibrations...)
Yeah... Check the vibe y'all vibe y'all...
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Vibrations...)
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
*Truth Enola:*
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
*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
*Posdnuos:*
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
(Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though
*Mos
Def:*
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
ya'll...
*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...
*Truth Enola:*
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
*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 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
*Trugoy:*
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.
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*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
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...
*Mos
Def:*
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!"
Through the projects, they terminate and expect violence
I
rather take it easy, keep it breezy like the Attic
*Truth
Enola:*
Revi-revolutionize
We keep it complex, so don't offend
Nine
times out of ten, men and women pretend
And mobilize devil eyes
Fight
beside [?], you are the type
For everything in life has a price
Love
black berry molasses
So smart you're stupid
Hard heads create soft
asses
*Trugoy:*
So like molasses...
That's how you move, and how we
prove with that
Come with the full-pack, to keep it native
like tongues,
we brung the lickin' for all your earth spittins
Can't write without that
excite
But when you come down, you're shit is dumbfound
Sounded weak like
mundane, someday
You figure one day, you'll play the roles of
masterpiece
Until then cease
And I'm out like reece
(Vibes...)
To
get some Reese's Pieces
Peace
(Vibrations...)
Check
the...
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