Respiration - Black Star

[Featuring Common] 
[Mos Def] 
People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented 
cats underground with that raw shit. Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the 
raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really... 
To me, It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky 
These niggas suck like kitty, 
and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies 
I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators 
With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors 
Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold 
Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old 
You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about 
You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out! 
Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness 
Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness 
I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots 
My point is, your flow can stop! 
By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home 
Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome 
In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep 
And keep it blacker than the back of your neck 
What you expect, that shit's hollerin 
Cause we developin the followin 
gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans? 
I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first 
Before your rise gets worse 
You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me 
Stop it hurts, what you say to me? 
Like thats supposed to mean something 
You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club 
Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub 
Come on everybody, come on and show your love 
*repeat 4X* 
Chorus: *chanted in background* [Common] 
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X* 
[Common] 
Visions