to cease the presidential palace And burn Babylon like a ? Strive to maintain balance With the God given talent Articulate the article, eliminate the fossical Black Star
[DJ Evil Dee] Uh, this is Side 2, Evil Dee in your area Rawkus, every four minutes of dump flavored Now and Laters [laughs] and ass-crack Oreos (ready
know [Kweli] Yeah, the revolution will not be televised Or broadcast live on the net My man Mos said it's personal.. knamsayin? It's gotta start from
at, I been at the fork in the crossroads, the outer limit, See you can stand tall or crawl and act timid" The Black Thought with the Black Star, infinite
[Mos Def: talking behind singing vocals] It's always the nervous cats, that's like... Yo money, you tryin to dis me or something? What you tryin to get
s realer than them songs that you get at Kay Slay This has been a Black Star PSA From Mos Def, Pretty Flocko, black Dante And the Black Star embassy,
to do? And I know all the things around your head And what they do to you What are we coming to? What are we gonna do? Blame it on the black star Blame
stars) [Hook] [Mary] Beautiful, now you're near in my life all my fear Beautiful, come to me, now I am, someone watching over me [Black Star] Like the
, no, no, no You're not the one for me Big black horse and a cherry tree I can't quite get there cause my heart's forsaken me Big black horse and
disgrace Boiling heat Summer stench 'Neath the black The sky looks dead Call my name Through the cream And I'll hear you Scream again Black
live in the black star, Where men?s secret dreams were gathered... I live in the black star, Where the nicest dreams remain... I live in the black star
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
it was 'All About the Benjamins', I had two bezels on my arm Like a Don's supposed to, Sean Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers And switch to All Stars
This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called
, bring the beats and I'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other
homies that been locked up since 9-1 And I?m thinking man, that could?ve been my life son Floatin in that big body Benz Starin at the stars Look how
I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy But I don
I Talking] Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes
