Mos Def: If you can huh you can hear

Hey, yo man, i think that dude's tryin to break into your car...what?New york life... type trife...That's why i'm tryin to shine the light, yoHere it come, here it come, here it come, y'allMos def, blessed with the breath of life so arise and give praisesTurn my face to where the mighty sun raisesMy book of rhyme pages, filled with phrases that amazeI could go on for daysFirst name dante, last name bezeBuild the house of tomorrow with bricks of todayMy foundation rests on allah corner stoneShine the light throught the mic to radiate your zoneSee, the world that we know is about to get finishedI'm watching last days wind down to final minutesGot dreams of paradise and my whole fam in itSo i ain't got time to play no crime lieutenantDo you got time to play the crime lieutenant?See time is the asset, how you gonna spend itThe way you handle yours will be well documentedIt's the raw authentic, sandalwood scentedTo make you bump the joint and in beyond city limitsTwenty-first, no time to, approach a thing timidMy name is mos def and this is how i get in itChorus:Hey yo, my man (huh?)....Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what?)You heard the first time, the rhyme is designedTo incline throughout space and time (yeah)You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?)Somethin tight comin on your right (what?)You heard the first time, the rhyme is designedTo incline, i hold the fold to shine (yeah)If you can huh, you can hear it...If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos'Shine like black gold, burn like black coalMake a old timer roll up her sleeves, now that's coldBehold, the one and only has blessed my testimonyApproach the ceremony authentic, never phonyFor delf, but never lonely, keep the kinfolk closeWatch me rip it on pacific and atlantic coastsWith the antidote, for the poisonous snake lies witOnly wimps put the hiss on tapeYou can't get on straight, this is dead on tapeAccompanied by shawn j. with the bid on baitPut the grid on plate, on the ear or trayHot damn it captain kirk and the klingons sayYou can't sit on stage, you got to get on the m-o-T-i-v-a-t-e real life, ain't no freebieMy seed can't be needy, no time for freaky-deakyI'm movin on up like george and wheezyWho said that this was easy, they must have been treetop highStandin yieldin to our boldfaced lie, we all got to dieSo all got to try, to live life rightIn the sight of most high, to live life rightIn the sight of most high, to live life rightIn the sight of most high, to live life right in the sightChorus:Hey yo, my man (huh?)....Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what?)You heard the first time, the rhyme is designedTo incline throughout space and time (yeah)You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?)Somethin tight movin on your right (what?)You heard the first time, the rhyme is designedTo incline, i hold the fold to shine (yeah)If you can huh, you can hear it yo, my man (huh?)....Somethin tight comin through the pipe (what?)You heard the first time, the rhyme is designedTo incline the pure genuine (yeah)You don't believe, lend a ear, yo my man (huh?)Somethin tight movin on your right (what?)You heard the first time, my rhyme is designedTo incline, i hold the fold to shine (yeah)If you can huh, you can hear it...If you can huh, you can hear it, we in your atmos'...