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B-Boy Document '99
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Yeah, uhh
What it look like? Mad Skillz
Uhh Mr. Eon
The Mighty Mos Def
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Features Of This Song
club rap influences
old school Influences
east coast rap roots
funk influences
rock influences
headnodic beats
highly syncopated beats
funk beats
a poetic rap delivery
clear pronunciation
explicit lyrics
boastin' lyrics
a tight kick sound
guitar effects
layered electric guitar riffs
a dry recording sound
production by a respected producer
lyrics by a famous rap artist

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Keep M C's heads wrapped like Erykah Ba-du
The B-boys rock the document and said B-Boys rock the document do it
It's high power original, B-Boy traditional
And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin'
The Mighty Mos
'Cause I'm right there like nightmares
No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique
It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin'
Wackest M C's, we pee on those
Claimin' they Godzilla's when they really Godzooki
B-boy, do-do-document
Put your head in the toilet and look son
I'm back, these rap cats is wildin'
Try rockin' back and forth it might be easier to get your shit out!
Latrell chokin' up John Thompson, Charles Bronson
Transcribe the live, the Mos, Def init-ial
Speech be sound typical, downfall habitual
B-Boys rock the document, do it
Tellin' you or what magic beans they sellin' you
In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless
My shit is, out of your range, rip you out of your frame
Ock, I'm not feelin' you, don't know what your label
B-boy, do-do-document
Leavin' all these hot air MC's breathless
From '88 to '99
Without heat, y'all M C's, ain't hot no more
Raw bass material, huh, when individual
Publishers: BUDDE SONGS INC, FIGS D MUSIC, INC
B-boy, document
You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me
If you ain't, rockin' raw, what you rockin' for?
And it won't be long till everybody know that
Stereo stompin', defeatin' me is like
Songwriters: Brad Baker, Milo Berger, Donnie Lewis, Eric Meltzer, Lance Quinn, Dante T Smith, Joseph T Joe Thomas
Yo, yo, you on the injured, I'm hot to death
So for you lame cats tryin' to put your hit out
I'm about to re-up and restructure the case
I can flow, you can't though, example
B-Boys rock the document, do it
The E.C. Rawkus connection
Star buck coming through, leavin' any pimp whore less
Eon, sale or performance, in any ordinance
Sit back and listen, you ain't, in no position
The Mighty Mos Def
Coast to coast
Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo
Got a mill' from Charlie Brown, when I kidnapped Snoopy
You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced
Yeah, uhh
What? What? What? What?
I'm Jedi Master, Mase Windu, what you been through
I'm foul, plus I'm winnin', you think I shot the ref?
And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin'
Rhyme menace, that burst your verbal nuisance
It was a jam at the center and the party was shakin'
Uhh Mr. Eon
And it won't be long till everybody know that
It's on fire tonight, everything on my side is lookin' alright
That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy the Greek
I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T
If you think my shit done changed
Had a death wish for this next to left shit
And the poppers was poppin', and the breakers was breakin'
Got 'em in the studio poppin' Valiums, remasterin' they album
Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon Jones
B-boy, do-do-document
Cop your tape, and the next day, copped an exchange
What it look like? Mad Skillz
B-boy, document
I catch MC's while they sleepin'
It was a jam at the center, and the party was shakin'
To deal with my condition-al mentally and physical
True brand imperial you're hearin' on your stereo
And it won't be long till everybody know that
You can collect your little petty cash advance hoe
Who be bitchin' out to A&R demands so
Strength is indivisible, crews be comin' pitiful
Rock a vest if you out of turn speakin'
I got plans for this rap game