Champion Requiem

Bismillah

Ir Rhman Ir

RaheemPeace, peace whats up y'all this is

Mos DefAnd this is a message to the people

If you see or hear goodness from me

Then that goodness is from

The Creator

You should be thankful to

The Creator for all of that'

Cause I'm not the architect of that

I'm only the, the recipient

If you see weakness or shortcoming in me

It's from my own weakness or shortcoming

And I ask

The Creator and the people to forgive me for that

Thank you

Brooklyn,

Thank you

WorldYeah, yeah there it is

Turn my voice up in the top a little bit

Feel good to be back

What's up

Ochenta?Yeah, yeah, ha

It's the Black

Dante in your headphones

Speaker box

Freaky radio

Everywhere on the dial

Tell you a little bit about me

For my hometown, break down a little history for you

Myrtle and

Broadway,

Roosevelt projects,

Mossie projects

ListenI stepped on the field from no league just home team

I Jumped out the stands and

I snatched the rock

With the final seconds dwindling on the clock

Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin' shot

I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop

Then fled the arena before they called cops

Tell the players and the coach

I wasn't tryin' to blow spot

But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch

I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around

Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about

You got work to do,

I don't know if that work for you

But that's how

Mos work it through

And my work is personal,

I'm a workin' person

I put in work,

I work with purpose

I get it there on the water, air, the surface

You feel the impact niggaz yeah it's workin'

Listen God did not make me a fearful person

The only fear

I have is my failure to adhere

His pathI would love it just to hear this back

On the ghetto streets where y'all at

On the ave's where the

Jeep's go past

In the coupes where the seats go back

In the parties where it be so packed

And the atmosphere be so black

And them black things be so phat

If I could

I would be so glad

But if not

I won't be so mad

I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam

And even if you don't see it my fam

I believe that

I am, truly gifted, truly blessed

I'm yours truly,

Brooklyn's own,

Mos DefI'm rockin' the hard right, ground zero, to far left

I'm, well balanced with immense talents

Burn the script then flip it to keep myself challenged

And that's the mark of a true champ-ine

That's whether

I'm in or outside the ring

No fights, no title, no crown or reign

Feel my presence even when

I'm up out this thing

Just trust, that's what

I'm about to be

But until then settle in and rock with me

Ha, that's what it's about to be

Ghetto people look alive with me

And say, we 'gon, stop by

Then we just keep movin' on

Ghetto people, look alive and

Feel free, we just keep movin' on

For Alliah,

Left Eye,

Jam Master

JayAll the great hero's who have passed away

Scott Laraque,

Big and Pac,

Feaky Tai,

Big LAll the soldiers locked down in the cell

Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail

To our loved ones, and deceased

Dyin' in the street, or quiet in their sleep(B.I.G.)

Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory(Sans Marie)

Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory

That's real'

Cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end

Because it must and when it does

I hope that y'all remember me

With true respect and ghetto love

Now raise it up 'cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end

Because it must, and when it does,

I hope that y'all remember me

Black Dante, from

Myrtle and

Broadway, yeah, yeah y'all

Let me hear it back

Freaky radio

HaFreaky radio

Everywhere on the dial