[Mos Def]

Booka booka booka booka booka booka

Ha hah

You know the deal

It's just me yo

Beats by Su Primo for all of my peoples negroes and latinos

and even the gringos

Yo check it one for Charlie Hustle two for Steady Rock

Three for the fourth comin live future shock

It's five dimensions six senses

Seven firmaments of heaven to hell 8 Million Stories to tell

Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit

with the probable tenth, the universe expands length

The body of my text posess extra strength

Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno

My ink so hot it burn through the journal

I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle

Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles

like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex

Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set

Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing

Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream

but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now

Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow

It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow

Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it

but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like

sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years

spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like

nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black

That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack

Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki

A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free

40% of Americans own a cell phone

so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home

I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"

Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome

full of hard n