Stakes is High (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Trugoy, James Brown sample] "Vibes... vibrations" Yeah... check the vibe, y'all, vibe, y'all "Vibes... vibrations" [Verse 1: Trugoy] Dirty, rotten tooth, select from the sound booth Collect grammar like panhandlers on Skid Row My John Doe'll build a vision where thought can go walking Without the Devil hawking Stakes is high like weed smoke We need folk to shed the truth (to the Y-outh) [Verse 2: Truth Enola] Enola got soul To hell with role models, teachers, and guardians With rock-hard erections and several incisions Raw intercourse with Mother Nature She likes to bang to the left Teach our women and children only the best Stakes is higher than the highest mountain – Mos Def! [Verse 3: Mos Def] This is the 21st century, pa, shit ain't quaint The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint I do with some care 'cause I is who they ain't That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fact Boy, ain't no keeping me back Yes, Mos Def is the handle Try to test and get supressed like a government scandal Exhibit is exquisite and a level degrees Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees [Verse 4: Posdnuos] Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty Shutting down your tactic, and you best to believe Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track And ain't no niggas like the one I know 'Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go Make me feel I need to buy a .44 (Bloop, bloop) Sending them express to Hell's door [Verse 5: Mos Def, James Brown sample] Classic material like Run-DMC At least four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees That it's them damn high stakes that make you pump yo' brakes ("Vibes...") Pump yo' brakes ("Vibes...") Pump yo' brakes ("Vibes..." "Vibes..."), haha ("Vibrations...") Get with the viggy-vibe, y'all [Chorus: Posdnuos] Stakes is high You know them stakes is high When we dealing with the "Vibes... vibrations" Stakes is high Man, them stakes is high [Verse 6: Truth Enola] Dr.Ama'll make those house calls and exorcise ghosts Most our people getting burned, playing that toast close Fumble-eye sky tumbling down, stay humble-eyed Saddle up and ride, beware who you idolize Religious hypocrites who creep my way – elbow in the face I'm Enola, system so live, Plug Won, soul and mine [Verse 7: Posdnuos] We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail Now we think we better ourselves trying, to be calm When you're puffing that ("Hay!") in the middle of the barn Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mitten of yarn Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor Respectin' life, but met up with Death a little quicker And we live the body, rock the party Until the party rocks the body 'Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin Runnin' the minds of opposing men [Verse 8: Trugoy] Ayo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say "when" And when to ask "why" You accept the beast theory, 'cause you dwelling in they sty Can't face it man to man, son, I see it in your eye (Why?) Conceal it, why try? Display it, when you relay it, you're just a lie "Vibes... vibrations" [Verse 9: Posdnuos] There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks But her ex came to town and took back her heart And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic Caught up in expressions And learning lessons of depression Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings 'Til my little Aya-Mo wakes me outta them dreams And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter 'Cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat Not a treat, but a trick to sex in showers People kick "last days," we in the last hours ("Vibrations...") Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long 'Til recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone But this loss coming through, despite who try to see me These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy, sleazy [Verse 10: Mos Def] Trying to please me with that sex appeal When you're livin' out the ghetto, man, you got to deal Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to kill The Don Juan up in the party 'cause his rocks is real Niggas ain't stoppin' to think, so they ain't gon' stop the violence Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence!" Through the projects, they Terminator X "Buck Whylin'" I rather take it easy, keep a breeze like a attic [Verse 11: Truth Enola] Revol--revolutionize We keep it complex, so don't offend Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend And mobilize devil allies Fight for solidarity, reward the type But everything in life has a price Love "Blackberry Molasses" So smart you're stupid, hard heads create soft asses [Verse 12: Trugoy] Slow like molasses That's how you move, and how we prove with that Come with the full-pack, and keep it Native Like Tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your Earth spittin's Can't write without that excite But when you come down, your shit is dumbfound You're grounded Soundin' weak like Monday through Sunday You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece Until then, cease And I'm out like Reece [Outro: Trugoy, James Brown sample] "Vibes..." To get some Reese's Pieces, peace "Vibes... vibrations" Check the... "Vibes... vibrations" "Vibes... vibrations" "Vibes... vibrations"