The Message (remix)

LETRA

The Message (remix)

Pull up to your spot all low.
shine brighter than all the cats that got on glow.
lay in the cut like they not 'gon know
'coz if i gotta' make a move dog they not 'gon know.
this dorm all private. this is not fo' show.
is mos def whatchu' call "real"? fo' sho'!
is dave what you call "gangsta"? hell no!
they get a little pinch and gon' snitch to the po'.
they all talk fast, but they all think slow.
i'm mos def-inite, not think so!
flood your city with the black ink flow and my crew ain't scared to let them "things" go.
so, stop with the nonsense. like he conscious. i'm just awake, dogg. i'm doin' great dogg. i don't play games so i don't player hate ya'll. get it straight or get the f*** up out my face dogg!
i'm like the second plane that made the towers face off.
the shit that let you know it's really not a game dogg.
your grind and my grind ain't the same dogg.
i'm the catalog. you the same song.
so cool i'm old school like '84.
the one the little mamis windin' up they waist for.
the one the real nigga's got they hand raised for.
me and dave chapelle got it yellow-taped off.
(it's a skate off.)
(don`t push me `cause i`m close)
to the streets, to the beats, the bitches, the niggas, the women, the children, the workers, the dealers, the addicts, the killers, the quiet, the livest, the realest, and that's close.
(don`t push me 'coz i`m close)
to the edge, back, middle, and front. strong black shit lifting it up. from the big and the small, i`m like j. brown getting involved...
...and when i'm lettin' off a round, don't get in the cross.
have your preacher man talking low, gettin' his cross.
tell a wild cowboy not to get off they horse
before they found out the town all strictly enforced.
it's a real bad way to get your name in the source.
test the limits of a dangerous force. you ended up dumb, famous, and gone.
your people shouting out your name in they song.
pour liquor on the day you were born.
find paint to put your face on the wall.
come on, fall back!
there's no need for all that. it's all good.
we all here going all out, all live, all day.
listen when the song say:
(don`t push me `cause i`m close)
(ha!)to the streets, to the beats, the bitches, the niggas, the women, the children, the workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers, the quiet, the livest, the realest, and that's close.
(don`t push me 'coz i`m close)
to the edge, back, middle, and front. strong black shit lifting it up. from the big and the small, i`m like j. brown getting involved...now get yours!