RAGGASONIC - Bleu, Blanc, Rouge

(feat. Mos Def & Talib Kweli)

[Talib Kweli:]

Mick Boogie (absolutely)

Justus For All (hold up)

Let's GOOOO!

Be witcha in a second so sit tight

Sometimes I be doin my body wrong just to get right

I rip mics, rap life make me attack like a pair fight

Grab a flashlight, took on +Marauder+ in +Midnight+

Blackouts in summer, New York nights are red hot

Flowin like lava explodin out the bedrock

Movin' 'round the block like white, blue, and red top

Radio edits reverse my curse like the Red Sox

International, pass porter's {?} gear

And my song's here longer than dog years

Fly, coast to coast yo check it it's all clear

Respect is my currency, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there

My name is Arabic/Canaan

Got few chicks from Jamaican to the {?} Asians

It's all love, my piers just my luck o' the Irish

I don't FUCK with silly broads, I don't FUCK with the flyers

Never fuck with hard drugs, the providers

Like over-the-counter, these niggaz flounder like the fish outta water

It's about to be some shit now, get your recorder

No qualms to make the pay for, I'ma hit the reporter, yeah

God might direct me to whoop ya ass

Enjoy ya laugh, cause we bring it back to Brooklyn fast

With my man Black Dante, Big Pooh, and Phonte

Do some classics like 9th, Tech, and Kanye, yeah!

[Mos Def:]

We now dangerous, am death to flavorish

Big hip, lick ya lips, shoot to savor it

So refreshin, no regression, host a session

It's pro-black, pro-progressive, so affective

The 9th Wonder is a Lil' Bro collective

Black Dante, Mr. Phonte cold perfection

Warm soul on glow, not a neck on froze

Keep your stuff on go, 'fore I check these hoes

You fuck around and get it how it get mayne

Case smack attack harder than ya pimp hand

My speaker box equinox like Coltrane

Killa K flow mayne need it in the dope game

Hairy gorilla call back, no Rogaine

and I make that ass drop like I'm Soul Train

I got soul mayne, heart and brains to match

I'm wit the Lil' Bro, what's fuckin wit dat??

I put my town on the map like a star..

Wit'out the car..

And I ride clean, and my thing bling..

..and you know exactly how I mean

9th Wonderful, so beautiful

So unusual, it's sho' plain

on your brain, in your body, in your soul

All my hopes show..reach the goal

[Rapper Big Pooh:]

You'on't know about me, you'on't know my life

You'on't know everything I go through to write

You'on't know my plight, you'on't know my fight

and STILL, muh'fuckers wan' steal my light

That's right , I'm right back with a write that's sick

I done went another level, raise prices quick

Y'kno Big Dho told me, “Always rap wit a chip”

I'ma do you one better, son I {?} wit a dip

That's borderline great that's best in all states

Fifty-plus some, dumb niggaz, “Huh?”

If you “huh”, you can hear me, I speak clearly

So my two sisters hear me, yeah Ronnie cheer me, sincerely

I carry heavy burdens on my back

Done, seen a lotta pain and my heart stay trapped

Brothers on the grind tryna get that scratch

'fore them pagers get turned and your plans get scrapped!

We back to the hustle where they fightin over scraps

And your face get played cause you tryna watch your back

My man, seen many niggaz goin like that

This year, real life no rewindin it back!


Uh, uh. Let it go, better let it go

Just let it go, ah ah, let it go

They better let it go, they better let it go

Let me talk to 'em, check it out..

Uh, it seem like, the more I achieve the more they expect

Cause it ain't nothin in breed seeds like success

And though you might expect niggaz to lose they cause

Or drop the ball, that nigga Tay ain't like the rest

I'm built a little bit different, my specs is more rigid

Phonte's the medicine, of fine black specimen

of Afro engineering, wit'out no interference

To get it short, I'm more than just yo average rap nigga

or whatever you wanna call it

Call it music, I call it my life performance

Call 'em fans, I call 'em my life supporters

whether they pan or they sneakin through,

these are the people that I'm speakin to

I speak to you, and this is the year that I'm gon'

Schiavo my rivals, nigga pull out the feedin tube

Cause y'all porch monkeys, that shake spears/Shakespeare's

And make a killin, my words worth worth a million

Phonte and LB the last temptation

Give a fuck if our shit is played on every station

So y'all rap niggaz can't follow me up

You cant bottle me up, shit I'm the well of inspiration, nigga!

Let it go, ah ah, let it go

Better let it go, ah, just let it go

Pull it back, let it go, ah

And let it flow like...

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