B-Boy Document 99

[Intro: Mad Skillz (Mr. Eon)] Yeah What it look like? Mad Skillz Mr. Eon (the mighty Mos Def) Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection) Coast to coast (from '88 to '99) What what what what [Verse 1: Mos Def] It's on fire tonight Everything on my side is looking alright It's the high power original, b-boy traditional Raw bass material, Brooklyn individual True brand imperial you're hearing on your stereo Transcribe the live, the Mos Def initial Sit back and listen, you ain't in no position To deal with my conditional mentally and physical Strength is indivisible, crews be coming pitiful Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual Ock, I'm not feeling you! Don't know what your label telling you Or what magic beans they selling you I can flow, you can't though, example Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (yeah) Who be bitching out to A&R demands so You can collect your little petty cash advance ho You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T [Hook: Mos Def singing] It was a jam at the center and the party was shaking And the poppers was popping and the breakers was breaking And it won't be long til everybody know that B-boys rock the document [Verse 2: Mad Skillz] Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death I'm foul, plus I'm winning, you think I shot the ref? Rock a vest if you out of tone speaking Cause I'm right there like nightmares, I catch MC's while they sleeping I'm back, these rap cats is wilding Got em in the studio poppin valiums, remastering they album I'm about to re-up and restructure the case You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced I got plans for this rap game Put your head in the toilet and look son If you think my shit done changed My shit is out of your range, rip you out of your frame Cop your tape, and the next day, copped an exchange If you ain't rocking raw, what you rocking for? Without heat, y'all MC's ain't hot no more So for you lame cats trying to put your hit out Try rocking back and forth It might be easier to get your shit out! [Hook] [Verse 3: Mr. Eon] I'm Jedi Master, Mace Windu, what you been through Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Badu Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones Wackest MC's, we pee on those No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek Claiming they Godzilla's when they really Godzooki Got a mill' from Charlie Brown when I kidnapped Snoopy Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless Starbuck coming through, leaving any pimp whoreless Stereo stomping Defeating me is like Latrell choking up John Thompson Charles Bronson had a Death Wish for this next to left shit Leaving all these hot air MC's breathless [Hook] [Mos Def] I said b-boys rock the document (..ument ..ument *echoes*) * DJ scratches "b-boy, document" *