Close Edge

Pull up to your spot on low

Shine brighter than all of the cats they got on glow

Lay in the cut like they not gon' know

'Cause if I gotta make a move, dog, they not gon' know

This door marked private, this is not fo' show

It's Mos Def, what you call real fo' sho'

Is they what you call gangster, hell no

They get a little pinch and go snitch to the po'

They all talk fast, and they all think slow

I Mos Definite not think so

Flood your city with the black ink flow

And my crew ain't scare to let them things go

So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious

I'm just awake, dawg, I'm doin' great, dawg

I don't play games, so I don't playa hate y'all

Get it straight, or get the fuck up out my face, dawg

I'm like the second plane that made the towers face off

That shit that lets you know it's really not a game, dawg

Your grind and my grind ain't the same, dawg

I'm the catalogue, you the same song

So cool, and old school, like eight-four

The one your little mami winding up her waist for

The name that real **** got they hand raised for

Me and Mini got your block yellow taped off

Don't push me 'cause I'm close

To the streets, to the beats

The bitches, the ****, 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 'cause I'm close

To the edge, back, middle, and front

Strong back shit liftin' it up

From the big and the small

I'm like J Brown getting involved

And when I'm letting off a round, don't get in the cross

Have your preacher man speaking low, getting his cross

Tell a wild cowboy not to get off they horse

Before they find out the town law is strictly enforced

It's a real bad way to get your name in the source

Testing the limits of a dangerous force

You ended up dumb, famous and gone

Your people shouting out your name in they song

Pouring liquor on the day you were born

Buying paint to put your face on the wall

C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that

It's all good, we all here, goin' all out

All live, all day, listen when the song say

Don't push me 'cause I'm close

To the streets, to the beats

The bitches, the ****, 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, 'cause I'm close

To the edge, back, middle, and front

Strong back shit liftin' it up

From the big and the small

I'm like J Brown getting involved

Now get yours

Now get close

Now get close

Closer

Closer

Closer

Get close

Closer

Closer

Closer

Closer

I'm good