Black Star Freestyle Lyrics

Black Star Freestyle lyrics

featuring Black Star

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[Mos Def] (Talib Kweli)
Ay ay ay (yo wassup)
Whoooooweee!
(You about to take a ride on the Black StarGalactacon)
(Yo yo here we
go)
*together*
Black Star keeps shinin wherever we rhymin
Yo we
unearth the diamond check us out
The Black Star keeps shinin wherever we
rhymin
Yo we unearth the diamond

[Talib Kweli] (Mos Def)
Tony
Touch keep winnin wherever he spinnin (Yo Puerto Rico, YOOOOO!)
(Yo ?voice
wit go? YOOOOO!)
Yo check the way he be livin (Bed-Stuy go, YOOOOO!) Tony
Touch keep winnin
Wherever he spinnin, check the way he be livin(Crown
Heights go YOOOOO!)
(Kweli how you feel?) "I feel like a king!" (Ah
shit)
"Yeah" Yes I do
Brookyln (yeah yeah yeah wha wha), Uptown, Boogie
Down

*together*
The B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, movin like
eight lights, we bright
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it,
rockin you, doin it
The B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, beamin like
eight lights, we bright
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it,
rockin you, doin it
Rockin you, yes yes we be rockin it

[Mos
Def]
How to live in a world without Big and Tupac in it
I stay the
unconscious and say maintain prosperous
Unstoppable, doctoral, b-boy
scholarship

[Talib Kweli]
Niggas try to do me when they can't see
through me
Yo I'm Out Of Sight, you need a Peacemaker like George
Clooney
Yo Kweli, I drop masterpieces like Paul Mooney
If you don't like
what I'm sayin, fuck it sue me
(Yo, who we?)
Black Star, Tony Touch you
get rushed like you the only dutch
In a room full of weed heads that smoke
WAY too much
Trust I been battlin since Ethopia was Cush
Cold-crush
niggas to dust, I'm too much from Flatbush

[Mos Def]
Esta loca, Black
Star rock wit Tony Toca
My contents, over the fence like Sammy
Sosa
Escuchar mi *something in Spanish*
Black Star, ? make the comp feel
smaller than answer
Disconnect the nerve endings on your wack
sensitivity
Provide five side audio, technical and imagery
Initially,
alot of cats wasn't really hearin me
And now when I rhyme, they keep they
hands high like the centipede

[Talib Kweli]
See independently, we
took niggas out so what now
We like Chuck D, the whole operation and Shut It
Down
Ask my man Black Sean, your style's played out like Sasson's
So you
look for a new dick to grab on
They say I'm self-righteous, but nah it's
more like I just
Combine battle skills and conscience and I still flow the
tightest
Golden Touch like Midas on my favorite DJ Tony
And if you got
skills, fuck tellin me, just show me
You know me, the city slicker, invade
your town like promo stickers
Speak it quicker, turnin you yellow like
shit-kickers
You sound gay, your rhymes is drier than Santa Fe
My mind
spray mad guerilla war tactics like I was Shea

[Mos Def]
Gold-capped
quarter trench, fresh nubians and Wallees
Son I'm classic Brooklyn like the
Ebbet's Field trolley
This lies the satellite that transmitts your
channel
Keep low on your panel, old man like gray flannel
Inner-state
trucker breaker, now yo what's your handle
When the Black thump we give you
back hump like a camel
Fuck flossin a Movado and the champagne bottle
I
grab the mic and have your chicka like *something in
Spanish*
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, movin like eight lights we
bright
B-L-A-C-K-S-T-A-R shine
Rockin you, doin it, rockin you, doin
it
"I feel like a king!" Ah shit