Close Edge Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Pull up to your spot on low 

Shine brighter than all of they cats that got on glow 

Lay in the cut like they not gon' know 

Cause if I gotta make a move dog they not gon' know 

This door marked private this is not fo' show 

It's Mos Def what you call real fo' sure 

Is they what you call gangster, hell no 

They get a little pinch and go snitch to the po' 

They all talk fast and they all think slow 

I'm Mos Definite, not think so 

Flood your city with the black ink flow 

And my crew ain't scared to let them things go 

So, stop with the nonsense, like he conscious 

I'm just awake dog, I'm doing great dog 

I don't play games so I don't playa hate y'all 

Get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dog 

I'm like the second plane that made the tower's face off 

That shit that let you know it's really not a game dog 

Your grind and my grind ain't the same dog 

I'm the catalogue, you the same song 

So cool and old school like eight-four 

The one your little mami winding up her waist for 

The name that real niggas got they hand raised for 

Me and Mini got your block yellow taped off 

Don't push me cause I'm close 

To the streets, to the beats 

The bitches, the niggas, the women, the children 

The workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers 

The quiet, the livest, the realest 

And that's close 

Don't push me cause I'm close 

To the edge, back, middle, and front 

Strong back shit lifting it up 

From the big and the small 

I'm like J. Brown getting involved 

And when I'm letting off a round don't get in the cross 

Have your preacher man speaking low getting his cross 

Tell a wild cowboy not to get off they horse 

Before they find out the town law is strictly enforced 

It's a real bad way to get your name in the Source 

Testing the limits of a dangerous force 

You ended up dumb, famous and gone 

Your people shouting out your name in they song 

Pouring liquor on the day you was born 

Buying paint to put your face on a wall 

C'mon fall back, there's no need for all that 

It's all good, we all here, going all out 

All live, all day, listen when the song say 

Don't push me cause I'm close 

To the streets, to the beats 

The bitches, the niggas, the women, the children 

The workers, the killers, the addicts, the dealers 

The quiet, the livest, the realest 

And that's close 

Don't push me cause I'm close 

To the edge, back, middle, and front 

Strong back shit lifting it up 

From the big and the small 

I'm like J. Brown getting involved