Mos Def My Kung Fu Lyrics
            [ INTRO: Mos Def ]
            Baba-baba-baba-baba-baba, you been so good to me
            When I was a little boy you were the only one I wanted to be
            To be like pa duke and ma duke
            How much I love the both of you
            I know all the strain we been through
            But it's of no consequence cause I'm comin through
        
            [ VERSE 1: Mos Def ]
            Check it
            I first stood ???? in the ??Brakalak??
            In the center of ??Islam??, started ????
            This had to be about ten years back
            Before I ever even heard of a 24 track
            Talkin about you was an MC was ??quite the?? move
            Cause if you said you had skill well then you had to show and prove
            And if there ever was a party, son, yo, I would set it
            And tell the deejay run the beat from (Ultra-magnetic)
            I grabbed the mic and then I leave the party buzzin
            Tellin all my honeys I was Slick Rick's cousin
            When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
            Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
            Back in the day ?????
            Brothers knew how to act before glocks and crack
            And Wendy C was doin radio shows
            And 'crossover' meant that you wore your mom's clothes
            When Sweet G was talkin about the games that people play
            I used to sit back and say: yeah indeed, someday
            And as I grew older my kung fu grew better
            Instead of shootin the humbles I was shootin ????
            And now my time has come
            And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by b__s
            Posin with guns they're puffin mad blunts
            Aiyo, brothers just started rhymin last month
            They gettin fat deals on any major label
            When they only see other people hold the mic cable
            Five years ago when peoples danced to house
            When the deejay played hip-hop then you walked out
            But now you're hard, talkin about you paid mad dues
            I used to see your a__ ???? wearin platform shoes
            I ain't confused, who you think you're foolin with that ????
            You ain't genuine, so don't waste your time
            Riffin over here cause here ain't no chance
            That you could break the sound, son, you ain't that advanced
            Times are gettin critical across the land
            ???? the b-boy, introduce the b-man, understand?
            The M-O-S D is who I am, now check it out, y'all
        
            [ CHORUS ]
            My kung fu is the style you haven't mastered
        
            [ VERSE 2: DCQ ]
            At the age of 18 made a little money
            And I needed some advice on how to live my life
            Was goin through strife, people couldn't understand
            That I was comin into my own, becomin a man
            I had to have a plan cause I know what I'm here for
            So I can't waste time, y'all
            Gotta be on the ball and represent for my peeps
            (Where?) in the streets
            I make beats and kick facts over fat tracks
            It's all of that from the ??Brakalak??
            Goin through problems as a adolescent
            A lot of troubles and turmoils, there was persistence
            And I know that I stutter
            But it don't matter cause I'm a bad -
            I flip a verse either backwards, sideways
            I rocks my [edited] from here, Mondays, Fridays
            Saturdays and I get a weekend off
            My [edited] ain't soft
            (Well, excuse me, baby)
            You paid your dues cause I'm the boss
            So mother[edited] Bruce Springsteen and Diana Ross
            Because they know what the time is
            I rock [edited] for the fly kids, b-men, bouncin ?? bombastics
            Kick it drastic, you get tossed like an ash, kid
            Youknowmsayin?
        
            [ CHORUS ]
        
            [ VERSE 3: Ces ]
            Well, I'm sleek and I freak a beat
            For you and your peeps to b__p inside your jeeps
            Your Acura, Honda or whatever
            b__p it in the Benzi and get your head together
            Strollin down the F.D.R.
            Playin the microphone star
            Deep in your car
            With the thump-diddy-thump-da-thump-da-thump-thump
            Pop up the trunk and let the bass b__p
            If you ain't got a ride, well, that's alright
            Let the U keep you company on your hike
            Trekin down the ave. with your headphones on
            Take em off for a sec, you still feel gone
            You're pressin rewind, many, many times
            I must rock the mic cause it's only right
            Comin right up offa Eastern ground
            This is how you get down, I hope you like the sound
            Thermo offering number one
            There's more in store, there's more to come
            We far from done, no, the show ain't over
            So when we comin through don't say I never told ya
            That
        
            [ CHORUS ]
        
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