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Yes, yes, yes, yes
(Whoo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, whoo)

Light up the sky the 4th of July
Everything in this life son, they've got two
part one
(Part one)
two
(Part two)

Get together my crew, and we gon' do
we've got to do, uh huh uh
Feast for Hi-Teknological,
unstoppable, check it out

I'm fantastic, like the Five from B'lawn
Brooklyn phenom', diss all peons, for eons
Mos Def is beyond, in most cats can agree on
'Cause we on the frequency

If not change your and get on it, I flip on this here beat
then the re-bonics heat like, Hamid's weed speech
Hit the deep street sonnets, who it?
Hoppin' dancin' so sonic, you tonics
Don't get yours from your comets

All blazin' on your man chronic, I twist the hard caps
To blue bonnets, I repeat, who it?
Daytime on the list of time on the tradition, of
Ignition, propulsion, put MC's on

The principle, your inadmissible
indefensible, my style is so comprehensible
Cats take it to heart like a
You temporary a weather pattern

Forgot I'm you never happened
never say whatever happened to Mos?
My shine boast from the East to the Left Coast
North and South both, cause it dope

Boy your boy sound choked with the man's style
Between your tongue and throat like
Got to wash your mouth out with
My penstroke, is other men broke

I invoke is never asleep, ever woke
It controls the soul of foes and kinfolk
my scope from beginnin' to end quote
Like
Pretty High Noon riders get and shot down
behind, Teknological, neurological
Unstoppable, title in this shit, we powerful

Now raise your hands in the air now everybody get it
The Universal,
B-Boy Scientific, you stop
It go on to the rhythm you don't, it!
So your hands in the air now everybody get with it
The Universal,

You see I'm comin to the in the b-boy stance
I on the mic, on the mic, yo

Son it's in my chromosomes to this, I got this
this, assemble mo' raps, tap your pockets
Knock this, stimulate ends and chakras
Smart art breakin' apart in darkness

for the longest, son peep the song list
Radiate enormous, peak performance
Vocal chords the strongest, a Capella or
Hit town, crowds like space shuttle launches

Whoo, how Def flow, we and
Brooklyn New York make the world like John Glenn
Son I'm sendin' it out, for the short to haul
sky, left right in between it and all y'all

Now raise your hands in the air now get with it
The Universal,
B-Boy Scientific, you don't
It go ON to the you don't, bust it

So your hands in the air everybody get with it
The Universal,
B-Boy Scientific, you don't
You see I'm comin' to the in the b-boy stance
I rock on the mic your girl wanna dance
Fly like a dove, come from above
From rockin' on the mic and you can call me Mos