[Mos Def]
Pull up to ya spot on low
Shine brighter than all ´a they cats they got on glow
Layin the cut like they not gon´ know
Cuz if I gotta make a move dawg they not gonna know
This door marked private this is not fo´ show
It´s Mos Def what you call real fo´ sho´
Is they what you call gangsta, hell no
They get a lil´ pitch and go snitch to the po´
They all talk fast and they all think slow
I Mos Definite NOT think so
Flood ya city with the black ink flow
And my crew ain´t scared to let them things go
So, stop with the nonsense, like keep conscious
I´m just awake dawg, I´m doin´ great dawg
I don´t play games so I´don´ playa hate´cha´ll
Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dawg
I´m like the second plane that made the tower´s face off
That shit that lets you know it´s really not a game dawg
Your grind and my grind ain´t the same, dawg
I´m the catalogue, you the same song
So cool and ol´ school like 8-4
The one ya lil mami windin´ up her waist for
The name that real niggaz got they hands raised for
Me and Mini got ya block yellow taped off

Don´t push me (get off)
´Cuz I´m close - to the streets,
to the beats, the bitches, the niggaz,
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, cuz I´m close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit liftin´ it up
From the big and the small
I´m like J. Brown, Gettin´ Involved

But when I´m lettin´ off a round don´t get in the cross
Have ya preacher man speakin´ low gettin´ 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 ya name in the Source
Testin´ the limits of a dangerous force, Ya ended up dumb famous and gone, Your people shoutin´ out ya name in they song. Pourin´ liquor on the day you was born, Find paint to put ya face on the wall.
C´mon fall back, there´s no need for all that
It´s all good, we all here, goin´ all out, all out,
All day, listen when this song say

Don´t push me ´cuz I´m close - To the streets,
to the beats, the bitches, the niggaz,
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, cuz I´m close
To the edge, back, middle, and front
Strong back shit liftin´ it up
From the big and the small
I´m like J. Brown +Gettin´ Involved+
Now get yours

[Hook]
Boom diggy bang-di-bang-di, boom bang diggy [repeated 24x]