Close Edge

Pull up to your spot on low Shine brighter than all of they cats that got on glow Lay in the cut like they not gon' know Cause if I gotta make a move dog they not gon' know This door marked private this is not fo' show It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sure 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 Mos Definite, not think so Flood your city with the black ink flow And my crew ain't scared to let them things go So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious I'm just awake dog, I'm doing great dog I don't play games so I don't playa hate y'all Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dog 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 dog Your grind and my grind ain't the same dog I'm the catalogue, you the same song So cool and old school like eight-four The one your little mami winding up her waist for The name that real niggas got they hand raised for Me and Mini got your block yellow taped off 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 lifting it up From the big and the small I'm like J. Brown getting involved And when I'm letting off a round don't get in the cross Have your preacher man speaking low getting 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 Testing the limits of a dangerous force You ended up dumb, famous and gone Your people shouting out your name in they song Pouring liquor on the day you was born Buying 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, going all out All live, all day, listen when the song say 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 lifting it up From the big and the small I'm like J. Brown getting involved --- Close Edge - Mos Def