[Mos Def]
Uh it's me (who?) Mos, the most beautiful, plain and unusual
Black Star rockin with that hot [bad word] you're movin to
Massively musical that creep into your tuner to
The top of the dial [bad word]  that you don't know my style [bad word] 
It's what them Brooklyn niggaz stay on foul wit'
No matter what the scene is surroundin
Yo, whether I'm on the grind or loungin
I'm live and he say that I'm foundin
Must suffer all the niggaz I'm down wit'
This announcement gon' keep the ghetto bouncin
Where people find pleasure in measurements and ounces
Midwest, big stress is more houses
Down South slangin the twang that it's pronounced in
East on that foul [bad word]  West, they straight clownin
Black Star got the [bad word] they all get down wit'
Don't tell me you gonna seen or been around in
(Mos Def) Terror stricken on your block
I am the mucher worker with the hottest hand
I keep it cookin like pots and pans
I know that haters got their plots and scams
But they simply can't stop my clan
It's mighty Mos and super Kwa, my man
Black Star my fam
About to move on the hearts of man
Until a small heart of hearts expand
Newer day, dog start the jam
And I spit flame that spark the jam
Heavy hittin [bad word] across the fence
In other words I'm of the wall with this
I drop heavy jewels and ornaments
To make 'em shine a little more with this