Talking to You

Lyrics

[Intro: Mos Def singing] So much trouble in the world Who the cap fits, let him wear it Who the cap fits, let him wear it Hold up... [Intro: Mos Def adlibs] It's always the nervous cats, that's like... "Yo, money, you tryin to diss me or something? What, you tryin to get fly or something? You tryin to get a little rep off me or something, money? Let me tell you something money, you don't know me like that NawI'msayin, you don't know none of my crew like that NawI'msayin, and if you really wanna make some little insinuation About me, nawI'msayin, don't talk about it, be about it, money If you wanna do something, we can do it right now, nawI'msayin..." [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] I levitate through meditation Sitting, my legs crossed, source to build force field To shield my immediate surroundings Avoiding falling sheet rock, rubble, and granite Expand – white ma, got plans to feed the planet Excessive hate, repercussions of manic-depressive state Panic – God forbid, we all take it for granted Delivering lyrical thought for spiritual dividends Have to concentrate, like hamsters we'll be livin' in Magnetic deploring 'em, it's a must I score again Pollute 'em, shoot 'em down like white students in Oregon 'Cause when I was broke, I always found figures to fuck bitches With full force like them muscle-bound niggas [Verse 2: Rah Digga] Well it's the R-A-H, big up to Brick City When I'm not rippin' niggas, I be spending with committee Got two rap clicks, so bring all the kindred Buggin' off of rappers sayin' shit I been said Askin' me how your mob sound, bringin my high down Flipmode put shit together quicker than a seamstress Think I talk white 'cause I speak proper English? All up in your air, like I was celly interference Rip shows and make little cameo appearance White label to death if I can't get no clearance [Chorus 1: Mos Def singing] And Who the cap fits, let him wear it And who the cap fits, let him wear it And who the cap fits, let him wear it And who the cap fits, let him wear it Oh, lawd... [Chorus 2: Mos Def rapping] Yo – a lot of cats think I'm chattin' about them and they crew Well, if that's true – I'm talkin' to you Thinkin I'm dissin' your steez, your degress, everything you're attached to? Then – I'm talkin' to you Wonderin' who we talkin' about, "Yo, is my name in his mouth?" Well, then – I'm talkin' to you No mystery – You ain't got to scratch your head, like "Is he dissin me?" Hey – we talkin' to you [Verse 3: A-Butta] Aiyyo, whichever the lever that I pull It's never the bull, shit instead of the full clip, click You get hit in the head wit' dialect When I pre-fect my new script Check the architect, then select the newest blueprint When I project the movement of the mic, it might strike A brand new life, trife that handle Fly, endure literature that's pure Yo, you miniature before–you finished yours, I get mine Musically inclined, like the sign of a clef To my death, I rhyme and, yes, I left you, sense-less in the mind Plus I'm–going to show no re-pentance My flow's relentless, you know the sentence [Verse 4: Talib Kweli] You will respect it when we set it Fake MC's get tossed For leavin' the microphone covered with lip gloss Don't get lost, bitch-asses who switch fastest When my hits smashes, impacts like whip crashes Fuckin' up your face like thick glasses You still can't see shit! I'll snatch your faith, your imagination won't believe it It's ill, you can't conceive it Any nigga can make a baby, it takes a man to be a father Why bother? You'll be run over in the street like 'Frogger' Comatose like Central Park joggers when my crew goes wildin' Lyricists who'll never Lounge, 'til all wack shit is silenced I'm non-violent, niggas come aggressive wit' that nonsense Yo, it's time for us to get aggressive wit' that conscious [Chorus 1: Mos Def singing] Who the cap fits, let him wear it Who the cap fits, God take dem, wear it Who the cap fits, make him wear it Make them wear it Make them wear it [Chorus 2: Mos Def rapping] Yo – a lot of cats think I'm chattin' about them and they crew Well, if that's true – I'm talkin' to you Wondering if I'm dissin' you, everything you love and attached to? I'm talkin' to you Runnin' your mouth, wondering, "Yo, who Mos be talking 'bout?" Then – I'm talkin' to you No mystery, you can consider yourself dissed officially You can consider yourself dissed officially You can consider yourself dissed officially [Outro: Mos Def] Stop scratchin' ya head, stupid {*imitating mad rappers ranting 'til end*}