[Featuring Enola Gay Mos Def]

*Trugoy:*

(Vibes... Vibrations...)

Yeah... Check the vibe y'all vibe y'all...

(Vibes... Vibrations...)

Dirty rotten tooth

Select from the sound booth

Collect grammer

Like panhandlers

On skid row

My John Doe'll

Build a vision where thought can go walking

Without the Devil hawking

Stakes Is High like weed smoke

We need folk

To shed the truth

To the wide youth

*Truth Enola:*

Enola got soul

To hell with role models, teachers and guardians

With rock-hard erections, and seven incisions

Raw intercourse with mother nature

She likes to bang to the left

Teach all women and children only the best

Stakes is Higher than the highest mountain

Mos Def

*Mos Def:*

This is the 21st century, poor shit ain't quaint

The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint

I do with some care cause I is who they ain't

That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat

Boy, ain't no keeping me back. Yes, Mos Def is the handle

Try to test and get supressed like a government scandle

Exhibit is exquisit and a level degrees

Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees

*Posdnuos:*

Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City

Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty

Shutting down your rap group, and you best to believe

Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track

And ain't no niggas like the one I know

Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go

Make me feel I need to by a fo-fo

(Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though

*Mos Def:*

Classic material like Run DMC. At least,

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