B-Boy Document '99 (Feat. Mos Def & Mad Skillz) 作词：Brad Baker, Milo Berger, Donnie Lewis, Eric Meltzer, Lance Quinn, Dante T Smith, Joseph T Joe Thomas
Yeah, uhh What it look like? Mad Skillz Uhh Mr. Eon The Mighty Mos Def The Mighty Mos The E.C. Rawkus connection Coast to coast From '88 to '99 What? What? What? What?
It's on fire tonight, everything on my side is lookin' alright It's high power original, B-Boy traditional Raw bass material, huh, when individual True brand imperial you're hearin' on your stereo Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Sit back and listen, you ain't, in no position To deal with my condition-al mentally and physical Strength is indivisible, crews be comin' pitiful Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual
Ock, I'm not feelin' you, don't know what your label Tellin' you or what magic beans they sellin' you I can flow, you can't though, example Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo
Who be bitchin' out to A&R demands so You can collect your little petty cash advance hoe You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T
It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin' And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin' And it won't be long till everybody know that B-Boys rock the document, do it
Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death I'm foul, plus I'm winnin', you think I shot the ref? Rock a vest if you out of turn speakin' 'Cause I'm right there like nightmares I catch MC's while they sleepin'
I'm back, these rap cats is wildin' Got 'em in the studio poppin' Valiums, remasterin' they album I'm about to re-up and restructure the case You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced
I got plans for this rap game Put your head in the toilet and look son If you think my shit done changed My shit is, out of your range, rip you out of your frame
Cop your tape, and the next day, copped an exchange If you ain't, rockin' raw, what you rockin' for? Without heat, y'all M C's, ain't hot no more So for you lame cats tryin' to put your hit out Try rockin' back and forth it might be easier to get your shit out!
It was a jam at the center and the party was shakin' And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin' And it won't be long till everybody know that B-Boys rock the document, do it
I'm Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through Keep M C's heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-du Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones Wackest M C's, we pee on those
No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek Claimin' they Godzilla's when they really Godzooki Got a mill' from Charlie Brown, when I kidnapped Snoopy
Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless Star buck coming through, leavin' any pimp whore less
Stereo stompin', defeatin' me is like Latrell chokin' up John Thompson, Charles Bronson Had a death wish for this next to left shit Leavin' all these hot air MC's breathless
It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin' And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin' And it won't be long till everybody know that The B-boys rock the document and said B-Boys rock the document do it