[Mos Def] Uh it's me (who?) Mos, the most beautiful, plain and unusual Black Star rockin with that hot shit you're movin to Massively musical that creep into your tuner to The top of the dial shit, that you don't know my style shit It's what them Brooklyn niggaz stay on foul wit' No matter what the scene is surroundin Yo, whether I'm on the grind or loungin I'm live and he say that I'm foundin Must suffer all the niggaz I'm down wit' This announcement gon' keep the ghetto bouncin Where people find pleasure in measurements and ounces Midwest, big stress is more houses Down South slangin the twang that it's pronounced in East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin Black Star got the shit they all get down wit' Don't tell me you gonna seen or been around in (Mos Def) Terror stricken on your block I am the mucher worker with the hottest hand I keep it cookin like pots and pans I know that haters got their plots and scams But they simply can't stop my clan It's mighty Mos and super Kwa, my man Black Star my fam About to move on the hearts of man Until a small heart of hearts expand Newer day, dog start the jam And I spit flame that spark the jam Heavy hittin shit across the fence In other words I'm of the wall with this I drop heavy jewels and ornaments To make 'em shine a little more with this