Songtext Talkin' to you Rah Digga

Talkin' to you

[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 fly or something?
You tryin to get a little rep off me or something, money?
Let me tell you something money, you don't know me like that NawI'msayin, you don't know none of my crew like that NawI'msayin, and if you really wanna make some little insinuation About me nawI'msayin, don't talk about it, be about it money If you wanna do something, we can do it right now [Pharoahe Monch] I levitate through meditation Sitting my legs crossed, source to build force field To shield my immediate surroundings Avoiding falling sheet rock, rubble and granite Expand, white man, got plans to feed the planet Excessive hate, repercussions of manic-depressive state Panic, God forbid we all take it for granted Delivering lyrical thoughts for spiritual dividends Half the concentrate, like Hampstead we'll be livin in Magnetic boring them, it's a must I score again And pollute em, shoot em like white students in Oregon Cuz when I was broke, I always found figures to fuck bitches Wit full-force like them muscle-bound niggas [Rah Digga] Well it's the R-A-H, big up to Brick City When I'm not rippin niggas I be ?feelin wit commitee?
Got two rap clicks, so bring all the kingred Buggin off of rappers sayin shit that I been said Askin me how your mob sound, bringin my high down Flipmode put shit together quicker than a seamstress Thinkin I talk white cuz I speak proper English All up in your air like I was celly interference Rip shows and make little cameo appearance White label to death if I can't get no clearance [Mos Def] *talking behind vocals* Alot of cats think I'm trapped in a box, livin cruel and if that's true I'm talkin to you Thinkin of dissin your steez, your degress, everything you're attached to then I'm talkin to you Wonderin who we talkin about, yo is my name in his mouth, well then I'm talkin to you No mystery, you ain't got to scratch your head Like "Is he dissin me?", we talkin to you [A-Butta] Aiyyo we severed the lever that I pull It's never the bull, shit instead of the full clip, click You get hit in the head wit dialect When I pre-fect my new script Check the architecht then select the newest blueprint When I pro-ject the move-ment of the mic, it might strike And brand new life trife that handle ?Flyin off?, literature that's pure Yo we miniature before, you finished yours, I get mine Musically inclined, like the sign of a clef To my death, I rhyme and yes I left you, sense-less in the mind Plus I'm, going to show no re-pentance My flow's relentless, you know the sentence [Talib Kweli] You will respect it when we set it Fake MC's get tossed For leavin the microphone covered wit the gloss Don't get lost, bitch-asses who switch fastest When my hits smashes, impacts like whip crashes Fuckin up your face like thick glasses You still can't see shit I'll snatch your faith, your imagination won't believe it It's ill, you can't conceive it Any nigga can make a baby, it takes a man to be a father Why bother, you'll be run over in the street like Frogger Comatose like Central Park joggers when my crew goes wildin Lyricist who will never Lounge till all wack shit is silenced I'm not violent, niggas come aggressive wit that nonsense Yo, it's time for us to get aggressive wit our conscience [Mos Def] Alot of cats think I'm chattin about Them and they crew, and if that's true I'm talkin to you Wondering if I'm dissin you and everything you're attached to I'm talkin to you Runnin your mouth, wonderin "yo, who Mos be talkin boutà" I'm talkin to you No mystery, you can consider yourself dissed officially You can consider yourself dissed officially You can consider yourself dissed officially *ranting and shouting until end