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BLACK STAR lyrics : "FIX UP"

[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
I resolve, me and mine involved
A lot of cats talk live, they ain't live at all

Sideline check, hush when it's time to ball
Said you was in charged, but the pies are sharp
You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes

The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline
Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time
But weigh it up, duke ? your power ain't a ounce of mine

You're down for mine, ashy and ground for mine
Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine
Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine

Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine
Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind
Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light

Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames
Beautiful and fantastic things
Like peace, equality; Allah see everything

Don't call it a comeback, I was home anyway
Ain't mister measure for all any time we been away
Travelling man I carry home with me every day

Bey, slim body push heavy weight
Fix up look sharp, elevate
And I don't mean Copperfield or David Blaine

We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

The wait is over, or is it overweight
The game is bloated, there's no escape
They sub-standard, we substantial

We got the great names, they got the love handles
We slimming down, trim the fat
Sit it down with all that chitter-chat

You talking this and that ? simmer down
Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son
The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels

I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does
Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup
People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug

You doubted us, but you're still hating ? wow, I'm proud of ya!
Committed to your cause and it's caused you to be a sourpuss
Ain't a number that could measure your level of cowardice

You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don't get out enough
Turn up the mother$#&@ers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough
Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us

You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness
Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us

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