Champion Requiem

Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem Peace, peace whats up y'all this is Mos Def And this is a message to the people If you see or hear goodness from me Then that goodness is from The Creator You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that 'Cause I'm not the architect of that I'm only the, the recipient If you see weakness or shortcoming in me It's from my own weakness or shortcoming And I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for that Thank you Brooklyn, Thank you World Yeah, yeah there it is Turn my voice up in the top a little bit It feel good to be back Whats up ochenta? Yeah, yeah, ha.. It's the Black Dante in your headphones Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio (Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me For my hometown, break down a little history for you Myrtle and Broadway, Roosevelt projects, Mossie projects Listen I stepped on the field from no league just home team I Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rock With the final seconds +one to land+ on the clock Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin shot I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop Then fled the arena before they called cops Tell the players and the coach I wasn't trying to blow spot But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about You got work to do, I don't know if that work for you But that's how Mos work it through And my work is personal, I'm a working person I put in work, I work with purpose I get it there, on the water, air, the surface You feel the impact? Niggas yeah it's working Listen God did not make me a fearful person The only fear I have, Is my failure to ad hear his path I would love it just to hear this back On the ghetto streets where y'all at On the ave's where the Jeep's go past In the coupes where the seats go back In the parties where it be so packed And the atmosphere be so black And them black things be so phat If I could I would be so glad But if not I won't be so mad I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam' And even if you don't see it my fam I believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessed I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def I'm rocking the hard right, ground zero, to far left I'm, well balanced, with immense talents Burn the script, then flip it to keep myself challenged And that's the mark of a true champ-ine That's whether I'm in or outside the ring No fights, no tilte, no crown or reign Feel my presence even when I'm up out this thing Just trust, that's what I'm about to be But until then settle in and rock with me Ha, that's what its about to be Ghetto people look alive with me And say, We 'goin, stop by Then we just keep moving on Ghetto people, look alive and Feel free, we just keep moving on For Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master Jay All the great hero's who have passed away Scott Laraque, Big & Pac, Feaky Tai, Big L All the soldiers locked down in the cell Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail To our loved ones, and deceased Dyin in the street, or quiet in their sleep (B.I.G.) Rest in peace, your living in the mansions of our memory(+Sans Marie+) Rest in peace, your living in the mansions of our memory And that's real Cause everything in life 'gon come to an end Because it must, and when it does I hope that y'all remember me With true respect And ghetto love Now raise it up Cause everything in life 'gon come to an end Because it must, and when it does I hope that y'all remember me Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway Yeah, yeah y'all Let me hear it back(echo) Freaky radio (freaky radio) Freaky radio (freaky radio) everywhere on the dial