Yasiin Bey or previously widely known as Mos Def, an American actor and emcee has recently released a song entitled "n-ggas In Poorest" to mark deceased Civil Rights activist – Martin Luther King’s birthday. It is the first release of Yasiin Bey’s “Top 40 Underdog” series which will be a series of freestyles over 40 beats we all know and love.
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Yasiin Bey (Mos Def) Niggas In Poorest Lyrics :-
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[Intro:]
Live from America
Yasiin Yasiin Yasiin
N.I.P
Check it
[Verse 1:]
Ball so hard, clean clothes look grimy
Pretty women don’t mind me
So what’s fifty grand to a young n-gga like me?
More than my annual salary
Ball so hard, this sh-t crazy
Fought my side, the whole world hate me
Nervous stares hit the third affairs
Savannahs can of police tracing
Ball so hard this sh-t weird
We be home and still be scared
There’s grief here, there’s peace here
Easy and hard to be here
Psycho, I’m liable to turn Michael, take your pick
Myers, Myers, Myers, face it
Ball so hard, got holey socks
Dope block on my stove top
Jump all johns for astronauts
High at all with no planet rock, say
Ball so hard, this chopper too
We starving Marvin, you hot food
There’s birds of prey, no escape
Open-air prison, no pursuit
Ball so hard, who getting faded?
Little Maurice in the sixth grade
No mama, no father, role model the dope game, say
Ball so hard, b!tch behave
Standing behind the deuce-deuce-trey
Ice-cold, heat blow, closed casket, cold case
Ball so hard, that sh-t cray
[Verse 2:]
These young bloods is looking scary at the mall
They wearing pants, you can still see they drawers
They rob a n-gga in the bathroom stall
They took his life cause he ain’t want to take it all
Ball so hard, that sh-t cray
Ain’t it, Bey?
Diabetics, fish filet
Ball so hard, your hustle cold
n-gga, it ain’t spring
Every winter and I .. em with my heat again
Bourgie girl, grab your hand
Show you how to do this ghetto dance
F-ck your French, we ain’t in France
I’m just saying
Prince Williams ain’t do it right, if you ask me
If I was him, I’d put some black up in my family
Fake Gucci, my n-gga, fake Louis, my killa
Real drugs, my dealer, who the f-ck is Margiela?
Doctors say I’m the illest, I ain’t got no insurance
It’s them n-ggas in poorest, be them rebel guerrillas, huh
[Interlude: Malcolm X]
I don’t worry
I tell you, I am a man who believed that I died twenty years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already
I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything
That sh-t cray
Ball so hard
That sh-t cray
[Verse 3:]
To the kings and queens and everyone in every place, yo
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall
As it was written before
Amen, so it goes on
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
These devils out here lying
Acting like the people ain’t dying
They silver and they gold
Ain’t never saved a soul
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Shout-outs to the earth and to the heavens
Lunar, solar eclipses
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We seeking for forgiveness
And safety for our children
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Allah is in control
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