Fix Up - Black Star

Brilliance

Nice, nice levels

Thank you Mr. Taxton

Fix up, look sharp, yo

I resolve, me and mine involved

A lot of cats talk live, they ain’t live at all

Sideline check, hush when it’s time to ball

Said you was charged an' all, I’m surprised at y’all

You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes

The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline

Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time

But weigh it up, duke — your pound ain’t a ounce of mine

You’re down for mine, ashy and ground for mine

Yasiin so clear, true, pronounce divine

Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine

Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine

Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind

Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light

Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames

Beautiful and fantastic things

Like peace, equality;

Allah see everything

Don’t call it a comeback, I was home anyway

Ain’t mister measure for all any time we been away

Travelling man I carry home with me every day

Bey, slim body push heavy weight

Fix up look sharp, elevate

And I don’t mean Copperfield or David Blaine

We on solid ground and far above the clouds, Black Star

The wait is over, or is it overweight

The game is bloated, there’s no escape

They sub-standard, we substantial

We got the great names, they got the love handles

We slimming down, trim the fat

Sit it down with all that chitter-chat

You talking this and that—simmer down

Got my name in your mouth, spit it out, son

The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels

I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does

Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup

People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug

You doubted us, but you’re still hating — wow, I’m proud of ya!

Committed to your cause and it’s caused you to be a sourpuss

Ain’t a number that could measure your level of cowardice

You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don’t get out enough

Turn up the motherfuckers, the speakers ain’t nearly loud enough

Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us

You had enough, callous as shallow and narrow-mindedness

Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us

You tryna bust — you dead, you synthetic as a designer drug

The populace is ignorant, thank you for reminding us

Separate myself from these rappers who hustle backwards

Yup, they got zero property, like the laws of algebra

Fix up, look sharp

Black Star, good God

And when the sky look dark

Shine a light, look ahead, look up

Fix up, look sharp

Black Star, good God

And when the sky look dark

Shine a light, look ahead, look up

Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the works of art

Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon

Shut down Babylon Smash all automaton

Feel the beat, Got 'em feeling geeked like it’s Comic-Con

Far from the hardy-har, more like a Tomahawk

Rocket launch, Ali right cross knock they choppers off

Kweli and Mr. Bey, Fresh not from concentrate

Looking very sharp today, Thank you brother, Danke Schoen

Craft working more than German engineering

And all the frequency that don’t adhere to interference

Flashes of the spirit, Seekers of the clearing

They say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart so mirror mirror

Look, in that window is a freedom fighter’s grandson

Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun

Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate

Messiah Pariah The leader of the syndicate

Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship

Same rows, two sides, Palaces and tenements

Dispossessed native tongue noble open the lonely heart

Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart

Come together

Fix up, look sharp

Black Star, good God

And when the sky look dark

Shine a light, look ahead, look up

Fix up, look sharp

Black Star, good God

And when the sky look dark

Shine a light, look ahead, look up