Text: Mos Def. Excellence.

Yes sir, yes sir
You know the run-ins
Excellence always
Brooklyn embassy
(Exclusive)
Black star shining
You are now rockin' with the best
Brooklyn's own
Brooklyn's only
M-O-S definite
Big shot out to cash money
Shya Medina Green

Listen, 3 words for the con...
No you aren't
Smoke, smoke but your no cigar
Soon as Mos hit the open market
The ghetto know the coppa get on my back like an open warrant
Brooklyn sick so retarded
Hop on the phone and you told your partner,
Hop off of him and told yo mama
Got no type of hope it's problems happen a folk
It's harder get out your rhyme book and smoke some skama
Ever far you go, I'm going harder
Understand, I rock today like it's no tomorrow
Last year my catalog was so impressive that
This year my rookie card's a great investment
Am I hot, nigga? Change the question, are you hotter than me?
See we could take out the product and see
Y'all don't want no drama with me without a part in a film, a director and a call from the guild
Y'all don't want no problems for real, so why you spittin a beat?
Y'all youngin', don't y'all need to be sleep?
Secretly I'm that nigga that you dreamin to be
It ain't as easy as that?
There's only one Mos
Leave it at that
Whatever shine you had, I'm leaving with that
I give a fat babies ass where your peoples is at
Or where your heaters is at
You fuck around and catch a leak in your back
Get a hotdog you need to relax
Don't get beaten up cause of rap
And don't get mad at me cause your wack
Shit, genetic is the reason for that
You ain't seeing me, I'm seeing to that
I'm from the brightest, hottest star to ever be on the map
And that's the B-R-O
Y'all don't want no trouble rest
Mighty mother fucker Mos Def
Like that
Now get with it niggas