Mos Def - Champion Requiem Lyrics
[Mos Def]Bismillah ir Rhman ir RaheemPeace, peace whats up y'all this is Mos DefAnd this is a message to the peopleIf you see or hear goodness from meThen that goodness is from The CreatorYou should be thankful to The Creator for all of that'Cause I'm not the architect of thatI'm only the...the recipientIf you see weakness or shortcoming in meIt's from my own weakness or shortcomingAnd I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for thatThank you Brooklyn, Thank you WorldYeah, yeah there it isTurn my voice up in the top a little bitIt feel good to be backWhats up ochenta?Yeah, yeah, ha..It's the Black Dante in your headphonesSpeakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about meFor my hometown, break down a little history for youMyrtle and Broadway, Roosvelt projects, Mossie projectsListen..[Verse 1: Mos Def]I stepped on the field from no league just home teamI Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rockWith the final seconds +one to land+ on the clockMos post up to throw up the tie-breakin shotI put it through the net and let the world's jaw dropThen fled the arena before they called copsTell the players and the coach I wasn't tryin to blow spotBut the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watchI was taught when there's somethin' you can change aroundKeep quiet, you got nothin' to complain aboutYou got work to do, I don't know if that work for youBut thats how Mos work it throughAnd my work is personal, I'm a workin personI put in work, I work with purposeI get it there, on the water, air, the surfaceYou feel the impact? Niggaz yeah it's workinListen God did not make me a fearful personThe only fear I have, Is my failure to adhear his pathI would love it just to hear this backOn the ghetto streets where y'all atOn the ave's where the Jeep's go pastIn the coupes where the seats go backIn the parties where it be so packedAnd the atmosphere be so blackAnd them black things be so phatIf I could I would be so gladBut if not I won't be so madI'm still being a man, still feeding my fam'And even if you don't see it my famI believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessedI'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos DefI'm rockin the hard right, ground zero, to far leftI'm, well balanced, with immense talentsBurn the script, then flip it to keep myself challangedAnd thats the mark of a true champ-ineThats whether I'm in or outside the ringNo fights, no tilte, no crown or reignFeel my presence even when I'm up out this thingJust trust, thats what I'm about to beBut until then settle in and rock with me[Outro: Mos Def]Ha, thats what its about to beGhetto people look alive with meAnd say, We 'gon, stop byThen we just keep movin onGhetto people, look alive andFeel free, we just keep movin onFor Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master JayAll the great hero's who have passed awayScott Laraque, Big & Pac, Feaky Tai, Big LAll the soldiers locked down in the cellLock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevailTo our loved ones, and deceasedDyin in the street, or quiet in their sleep (B.I.G.)Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memory(+Sans Marie+)Rest in peace, your livin in the mansions of our memoryAnd thats real'Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an endBecause it must, and when it doesI hope that y'all remember meWith true respectAnd ghetto loveNow raise it up'Cause everythin in life 'gon come to an endBecause it must, and when it doesI hope that y'all remember meBlack Dante, from Myrtle and BroadwayYeah, yeah y'allLet me hear it back(echo)Freaky radio (freaky radio) ha..Freaky radio (freaky radio) everywhere on the dial
