[Intro: Mad Skillz, (Mr. Eon)]

Yeah

What it look like? (Mad Skillz!)

Mad Skillz (Mr. Eon!)

Uh, Mr. Eon (Mighty Mos Def)

The Mighty Mos! (The E.C. Rawkus connection)

Coast to coast (From '88 to '99, to 2G)

What, what, what, what

[Verse 1: Mos Def, (Mr. Eon)]

It's on fire tonight

Everything on my side is looking alright

It's the high power original, b-boy traditional

Raw bass material, Crooklyn individual

True grand imperial you're hearing on your stereo

Transcribe the live, the Mos Def initial

Sit back and listen, you ain't in no position

To deal with my condition, no mentally or physical

Strength is indivisible, crews be coming pitiful

Speech be sounding typical, downfall eventual

Akh, I'm not feeling you!

Don't know what your label telling you

Or what magic beans they selling you (Uh-huh)

I can flow, you can't though – example

Of a cat who just a modern day Sambo (Yeah! Ugh)

Who be bitching out to A&R demands, so

You can collect your little petty cash advance – ho!

You knock-kneed and sloppy, but not me

I'm I-N-D, E-P-E, N-D-E-N-T

[Chorus: Mos Def]

Yo – it was a jam at the center and the party was shaking

And the poppers was popping and the breakers was breaking

And it won't be long 'til everybody know

That b-boys rock the document, do it!

[Verse 2: Mad Skillz]

Yo, yo, you warm to injure – I'm hot to death

I'm foul, plus I'm winning; you think I shot the ref? (Uh-huh)

Rock a vest if you out-of-tone speaking (Uh-huh)

'Cause I'm right there like nightmares, I catch MC's while they sleeping (Yeah)

I'm back, these rap cats is wildin' (Wildin'!)

Got 'em in the studio poppin' valiums, remastering they album (What)

I'm about to re-up and restructure the case

You stuck, you about to get rearranged and replaced

I got plans for this rap game (Uh-huh)

Put your head in the toilet an' look, son, if you think my shit done changed

My shit is out of your range (Ugh), rip you out of your frame

Cop your tape, and the next day? Copped an exchange

If you ain't rocking raw, what you rocking for?

Without heat, y'all MC's ain't hot no more (Ugh)

So for you lame cats trying to put your hit out (Ugh)

Try rocking back and forth, it might be easier to get your shit out!

[Chorus: Mos Def]

It was a jam at the center and the party was shaking

And the poppers was popping and the breakers was breaking

And it won't be long 'til everybody know

That b-boys rock the document, do it!

[Verse 3: Mr. Eon]

I'm Jedi Master, Mace Windu, what you been through

Keep MC's heads wrapped like Erykah Badu

Hip-Hop's Cleon Jones, when Eon jones

Wackest MC's, we pee on those

No need to impede The High and Mighty mystique

That shit would be as ignorant as Jimmy The Greek (Woo!)

Claiming they Godzilla, when they really Godzooky

Got a mill' from Charlie Brown when I kidnapped Snoopy

Eon, sell a performance, in any ordinance

Rhyme menace that brought ya'll verbal nuisance (Ugh)

In accordance, with all the laws from the cordless

Starbuck coming through, leaving any pimp whoreless (Woo!)

Stereo stomping (Uh-huh)

Defeating me is like Latrell choking up John Thompson

Charles Bronson had a Death Wish for this next-to-left shit

Leaving all these hot air MC's breathless

[Chorus: Mos Def]

It was a jam at the center and the party was shaking

And the poppers was popping and the breakers was breaking

And it won't be long 'til everybody knows

That b-boys rock the document, do it!

[Outro: Mos Def]

I said, b-boys rock the document, do it! {*echoes*}

* DJ scratches "b-boy, document" *