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    "My Kung Fu" Lyrics

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    [ 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 we're comin through

    [ VERSE 1: Mos Def ]
    Check it
    I first studied my kung fu in the Brakalak
    In the center of ( ? )
    This had to be about ten years back
    Before I ever even heard of a 24 track
    Talkin about you was an MC was not 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 DJ run the beat from (Ultra-magnetic)
    I grab the mic and then I leave the party buzzin
    Tellin all the 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 of the Rap Attack
    When brothers knew how to act, before glocks and crack
    And Vandy see 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 bums
    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 seen other people hold the mic cable
    Five years ago when we was dancin house
    When the DJ played hip-hop, then you walked out
    But now you're hard, talkin about you paid mad dues
    I used to see your ass abused wearin platform shoes
    I ain't confused, who you think you're foolin with that get-up?
    You ain't genuine, so don't waste your time
    Riffin over here cause there ain't no chance
    That you could break the sound, son, you ain't that advanced
    Times are gettin critical across the land
    Don't provide the be -boy, introduce the be -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, be -men, bouncin bass 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 bump inside your jeeps
    Your Acura, Honda or whatever
    Bump 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 bump
    If you ain't got a ride, well, that's alright
    Let the you 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 off of 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 ]
    This song was submitted on March 14th, 2014 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Frances Nieves, Jeff Prince, Dante Smith, Denard Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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