Close Edge

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Pull up to your spot on low Shine brighter than all of the cats that got on glow Lay in the cut like they not gon' know 'Cause if I gotta make a move, dawg, they not gon' know This door marked private, this is not fo' show Is 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'm Most Definite, not 'think so'! Flood your city with the black ink flow And my crew ain't scared to let them thangs go So, stop with the nonsense like he conscious I'm just awake, dawg, I'm doin' great, dawg I don't play games, 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 tower's face off That shit that let 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 windin' up her waist for The name the real niggas got they hand raised for Me and Mini got your block yellow taped off So skate off! [Chorus] (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 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 gettin' involved [Verse 2] And when I'm lettin' off a round, don't get in the cross Have your preacher man speakin' low, gettin' 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 Testin the limits of a dangerous force You ended up dumb, famous and gone Your people shoutin' out your name in they song Pourin' liquor on the day you was born Buyin' paint to put your face on a 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 [Chorus] (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 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 gettin' involved Now get yours! [Outro repeated 'til end] Bang-a-bang-a, bang-diggy Bang-a-bang-a, bang-diggy