it\'s very literalAlbum: Black on Both Sides (Track 5)\n\nLyrics:\nClear like a megaphone\nPretty nigga heart skipped the metronome\nRocked the Trump Tower to the terrordome\nPoor house to pleasure domes\nSoprano, alto, tenor to baritone\nMOS DEF \none of the illest that you ever known\nRock steady baby, you a stepping stoneSmash your foundation into pebbles\nMy words leave your nerves unsettled\nYou take it to the next level down\nLooking like a circus clown\nCats like you can\'t even get a pound\nWorldwide from the river to lakeside\nMy stage show stay live\nmake the sound man stage dive\nI cut fat cats to eight lives \nwithmy eight ball lines\nI\'m home \'fore I\'m done with all nine\nGot you shook like a fault line\nCome all shine and get tarnished\nBrooklyn got your pay roll garnished\nThey form a huddle\nWhisper like they want trouble\nI melt the ice grills into rainwater puddles\nMake the proud-hearted leave on the humble\nBlack steel in the hour\nAssemble my skill form my power\nMy poems crush bones into powder\nYou mumble like a coward\nI\'m Mos Def, you need to speak louder\nSUPER HEREOS!\nGet your power, your masks and capes snatched\nBrooklyn take what you can\'t take back\nI know a lot of cats hate that\nAll I can say blackThere\'s a city full of walls you can post complaints at\nAll the doubters and believers adjust your receivers\n\"I feel it,\" \nyou can taste it through the speakers\nThe three six oh-riginal \nsketch lyrics so visual\nThey rent my rhyme books at your nearest home video\n\nchorus:\nTell them cats they need tosit back and observe where they at\nBrook-nahm Vietnam\nThe heat is on\nPut your joint on cruise\nTry to rush you scuff your brake shoes, just cool and relax\nTake a breath, take ten paces back\n\nStay on time Omegas\nBrooklyn patrol like interstaters\nTake their license and their registration papers\n\nMy joint\'s so passionate\nMake you peal out and mash your shit\nGet wild cold crash your whip\nFront chassis wrecked, but ock you can\'t be too upset\nTow truck got my tape in the deck\nI\'m permanent like tattoos and birth marks\nThird degree burn marks\nDriving on tracks like Dale Earnheart\nStay on the low likethe earth spot\nPut a big loss on your earn chart\nNice since the nurse signed my birth chart\nSeldom seen but often heard, while your jams is barely heard\nJust my name is a daily word\nFrom avenues to streets, terraces and park places\nStair wells, jail cells, penthouse to basements\nArrangement basic, but still fans chase it\nY2K can\'t delete the true ancient\nApache war drum on the ranges\nSkill level dangerous\nArrow head that killed all the cavemen\nThey cry John-Blazing, but step on the pavement\nAnd get violated like a plaintiff\nI ain\'t shit to play with\nI give a Goddamn what your name is\nDelete itand make it so it never get repeated\nBelieve it\nTell the feds, tell your girl, tell your mother\nConference call you wack crew and tell each other\nThat they just ain\'t holding me\nI\'m Mos Def, your hopefully\nMush off or you get bust off like a ovary\n\n\n(chorus)\nBrook-nahm Vietnam\nThe heat is on, no off-ramp or detour\nMake these gassed up jokers \nobserve the speed law\nMake these gassed up clowns \nobserve the speed law\nMake these gassed up clowns \nobserve the speed law\nCause they speedin(x15)RelaxSlow down, you better chill moneyLights be changing fast on these streets dudeSmash your whole shit upYou better cool out moneyIt ain\'t like that out hereLook at these cats man, it\'s funny manHe probably just got that carAbout to fuck your whole shit upSpeed laws out here moneyKnight riding catsIn control like interstaters,state-ahs (x11)Stay the.. FUCK off the road, money!! black, both, brooklyn, clips, dante, def, down, hip, hop, law, literal, mighty, mos, mspaint, music, on, sides, slow, speed, video, vietnam