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Yasiin Bey
Yasiin Bey (; born Dante Terrell Smith, December 11, 1973), more commonly known by his former stage name Mos Def (), is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, and actor. His hip hop career began in 1994, alongside his siblings in the short-lived rap group Urban Thermo Dynamics (UTD), after which they appeared on albums by Da Bush Babees and De La Soul. He formed the duo Black Star, alongside fellow Brooklyn-based rapper Talib Kweli, and in 1998 they released their debut album Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star, featuring the singles "Definition" and "Respiration". He was featured on the roster of Rawkus Records and in 1999 released his solo debut, Black on Both Sides. His debut was followed by The New Danger (2004), True Magic (2006), and The Ecstatic (200… more »
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Uh, yeah, whoa, whoaBrr, look, uhBaby girl, have faith in a nigg* without a jobAnd let a nigg* stay at your placePlay it for your friends when I drop a mixtapeBoth of us will win if I get a big breakBroke nigg* dick, baby, had a long dayTryna get rich, buy you DolceAnd Gabbana, baby, just be honestDon't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artistBaby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my sh*t)I been tryna make it on my grind, I'm takin' what is mineI'm racin' with the timeI been tryna make it at my hardest, makin' it a promiseChasin' with my heart in itI just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocketPaintin', I'm an artistI'm just tryna make it as an artist (and I'm sensitive about my sh*t)I just gotta make itHeavy road to home ahead and no one's hereJust alone and cold and scaredBut I don't even feel a thing no moreI set my goals and I'm prepared (look-look-look-look-look, uh)But will you be there? (Look, uh)Everybody wanna come and hang with the starsPinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the carsA hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-RYou don't even believe in Jesus, wearin' Christian DiorYou crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR?You out of control, P-O-W-E-RWent to the head and now you doin' bodily harmOn the meds and nobody wan' say itBecause they scared to lose a gigBut yeah, yeah, you wanna be JID, kidI used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be WayneI used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3KAnd all my homegirls wanted to be BeyoncéCan you pay my telephone bills? (Woah, sh*t, woah, sh*t)I was just lookin' for a dealWorkin' so hard, had to sharpen my skillsWork with my dawgs, still sharpen my steelWas still in apartments, stealin' and starvin'Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with starsAnd I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceilin'Pause for a minute (wait)Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicksAre you really in it for the arts or the image?Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?It's part of all you are and all you isn'tHeavy road to home ahead and no one's here (trust your vision)Just alone and cold and scared (trust your vision)But I don't even feel a thing no moreI set my goals and I'm preparedBut will you be there?And now, a word from our ancestorsMan, I, I like these new slavesYour chain hangin', bling swingin', back breakin'But it's gleamin', problem posture, double cup leanin'Slide, slouchin' tiger, pimpin' dragon on swaggerVvs' is very vertebrae snappin', lights flashin'A manicured appearance concealin' the shattered spiritJinn snarin' out the paradox prismThe pilots that's the prison, retail religionRed carpet constriction, freedom as the fictionThis nigg* raised specific, his race really existin'Man, get the bag, you're trippin'Go 'head partner, hit this, sip thisWishlist, hitlist, top ten, sh*t list, bitch listChickless, playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big frontBut no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold heartsTaxman like the Taliban and ISISNo relation to class of OsirisKissin' cousins 'til the climbin' gas prices kill a climateYikes, sucker, mean muggin', who the nicest?A promised death known is what they life isBey tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typistThey touch too tiny to the titan, YA-S-double I-NConquerin' lion out the liar, seek the garden, flee the fireOne, two, three, four
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Written by: Destin Route, Alexander Sowinski, Chester Hansen, Eric Jones, John Welch, Matthew Tavares, Taji Ausar, Yasiin Bey
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