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B-Boy Document '99 (feat. Mad Skillz & Mos Def)

The High & Mighty

Hip-Hop/Rap

65,599

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The High & Mighty feat. Mos Def & Mad Skillz "B-Boy Document 99"

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The High & Mighty

The High & Mighty

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Erik Meltzer

Composer

Milo Berger

Composer

D. Lewis

Composer

Dante Smith

Composer

Brad Baker

Composer

Lance Quinn

Composer

Joe Thomas

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The High & Mighty

The High & Mighty

Producer

Skillz

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah, uh

What it look like?

Mad Skillz

Mr. Eon (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

[Verse 2]

It's on fire tonight

Everything on my side is lookin' all right

It's the high power original b-boy traditional

Raw bass material, Brooklyn individual

True brand imperial, you're hearin' on your stereo

Transcribe the live, the Mos Def initial

Sit back and listen, you ain't in to position to

Deal wit my conditional mentally and physical

Strength is indivisible, crews becoming pitiful

Speech be soundin' typical, downfall eventual

Ah, 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 jus a modern day Sambo (Yeah)

Who be bitchin' out to A&R demands so

You can collect your little petty cash advance, ho

You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me

I'm I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T

[Verse 3]

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

[Verse 4]

Yo, yo

You warm the engine

I'm hot to death

I'm foul

Plus, I'm winnin'

You think I shot the ref?

Rock a vest if you outta tone speakin'

'Cause I'm right there like nightmares

I catch emcees while they sleepin'

I'm back, these rap cats is wildin'

Got 'em in the studio poppin' Valium

Remastering 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 an look, son

If you think my shit done changed

My shit is out of your range

Rip you outta your frame

Copped your tape

And the next day, copped an exchange

If you ain't rockin raw, what you rockin' for?

Without heat, y'all emcees ain't hot no more

So for you lame cats, tryna put ya hit out

Try rockin' back and forth

It might be easier to get ya shit out

[Verse 5]

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 'til everybody know that

B-boys rock the document, do it

[Verse 6]

I'm Jedi Master Mace Windu, what you been through

Keep emcees heads wrapped like Erykah Badu

Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon jones

Whackest emcees, 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 when they really Godzooki

Got a mill' from Charlie Brown when I kidnapped Snoopy

Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance

Rhyme menace, and verse hyperbole nuisance

In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless

Start by comin' through, leavin' any pimp whoreless

Stereo stompin'

Defeatin' me is like Latrell chockin' up John Thompson

Charles Bronson, had a death wish for this next to left shit

Leavin' all these hot air emcees breathless

[Verse 7]

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 'til everybody know that

B-boys rock the document

He said, B-boys rock the document, do it

Written by: Brad Baker, D. Lewis, Dante Smith, Erik Meltzer, Joe Thomas, Lance Quinn, Milo Berger

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