[Intro]
Ha-ha, ha-ha (Let's go)
Ha-ha, ha-ha (Let's go), ha-ha, ha-ha
There is such a place that creates
Such a melody
Brooklyn, go ladies
It's a living dream (Love like—)
It's a living dream (Love like—)
I am the living dream, love like— yo

[Verse 1]
Yo, recognize all area crew
Whether you speak Japanese or goonie-goo-goo
Son, when I come through, other rappers boo-hoo
'Cause they know they style's soft like baby doo-doo
I will continue to hit like a fifth of Stolichnaya
Put jokers on ice, I get the cream like Breyers
No secret, Mos Def is the one the hons admire
I get in my stance and set the dance on fire
Spread out my wings and I take the world higher
Peace to the fam magnetic in the Chi
Jah Born, Top Sean, the brother Ato
And all my other clan who reside in the Zoo
The celebrated oatmeal broadcast brew
Mos Def gon' keep it naked like Umfufu (Eddie)
I stick to the tape like Krazy Glue
Then I bounce out of speakers, then I stick to you
Way that I communicate is non-typical
Eye-level like a 3-D visual
I hold the mic extension, exhibit level and dimension
I radiate the space like a upright bass
And I lay crews laced and escape with no trace
Official like the finish time at a horse race
I put it in place, I got the key pace
Mos Def sets the pace, make your fam give chase
[Chorus]
Everybody throw your hands in the air, everybody get with it
The universal magnetic b-boy, scientific
Like that and you don't stop
It go on to the rhythm, you don't stop
Raise your hands in the air, everybody get with it
Universal magnetic b-boy
You don't stop
Don't stop

[Verse 2]
Baby, it's in my chromosomes to rock microphones
You wanna test the M-O-S, just leave that shit alone
I make no bones or qualms about dropping bars
Make the world fall sway under the Mos Def, yes
Ring the alarm like Tenor Saw
Style hella raw, I keep it raw bone like Skeletor
You should go and tell your clientele
That they need to get the message like Melle Mel
Got the rap shit on lock like a death row cell
If I ain't a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (Ding-ding)
So tell your poor-ass crew to retire
Before I make that ass catch fire like Richard Pryor
Non-descriptive fiending for riches, calling Earth's bitches
And most of y'all brothers is living with your mothers
The boogie man yanking up your covers
Sharper than some new box cutters on Parkays and butters
And Stevie Wonders to make you run and tell the others
The beat lovers and play my jam like the numbers
I rock the globe like you rocked your boat
'Bout to tap it on your shoulder 'cause you got to know
[Chorus]
Put your hands in the air, everybody get with it
Universal magnetic b-boy, scientific
Like that and you don't stop
It go on to the rhythm, you don't stop
Raise your hands in the air, everybody get with it
The universal magnetic b-boy
Don't stop
Rock on to the rhythm, you don't quit

Yeah, yeah
Yo, I wanna thank Dave Chappelle