Aight, ugh, alright, you gotta slow down, I'm tryin' to
Aight, yo, I oh, I only took a little bit of Spanish, you gotta
Aight, I hear what you're sayin' but yo, aight, okay
Alright, okay, alright okay, okay
Alright okay, (I'm feelin' you), okay
Alright okay, alright okay, okay
Alright okay, (I'm feelin' you), yo

All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say
(We don't stop the body rock)
All my people in Queens, and the land in between, say we
(Don't stop the body rock)
Shaolin and L-I, say you know we're fly, say we
(Don't stop the body rock)
From the East to the West, son, we take it to the chest, say we
(Don't stop the body rock)

Check me out, y'all
I'm in the lab with Ab, I got the pen and pad
My man T-A-S-H take it to yo' breastplate
It's the Mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy
Just shot myself a dime, see, are you feelin' me?
Son, I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility
Lemme take a sec to review what I wrote
(Mos Def, and it sound far fetched?), OK, it's dope
Let's record this ('cord this), they gonna award this (award this)
And all area crew is gonna applaud this
And when we step to the plate, Pah, it's flawless
My man T-A-S-H with styles glory great
Great, great great, great great

Up next, we got KaTash with that West Coast rhymin'
Bombin' niggas with the style as dangerous as mountain climbin'
'Cause the Alkie words I'm spittin' be twistin' while you listenin'
Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition (woo)
That'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like yoga
While you starin' down my throat like, "Is he drunk or is he sober?"
(Who knows?!) All I know is Tash got flows
And got the technique to get the ladies out of they clothes
I been overly exposed to the forty-oh's and chickens
So I'mma keep it pumpin' 'til the beat stop kickin'
Or 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do
CaTashtrophe, Mos Def, and the brother man Q!

What's up, Tash? A-yo, Tip can't call it
Chill as Mos is Def and you Alkaholik (right)
I'mma be surfin' at, thing that's worth dealin'
Hypodermically, shoot up your feelin'
Figuratively speakin', of course, now
Old and greediness seekin' it's course, now
What we gonna do? (What?) Eradicate them
Shoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm

Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?
Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic?
Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?
We got the universal style you got to like!
And ain't nobody steppin' up when we got the mic
So turn the A.C. up 'cause it's hot tonight!
And 'til the bright early morn', we be rockin' you all
Don't stop, the body rock!

'Cause I'm next to flex
And I'm technically advanced to turn you on like cybersex
So in less (uh) than two sec's (Uh), I blind MC's like Thomas Dolby
With the science that'll leave they braincells fryin' slowly
So slowly I flow with this express written consent
From the undergroundin' niggas, Coast II Coast I represent
'Cause gettin' bent, I do
But I'm doper than sherm
Plus the way I put it down could burn the perm off Big Worm
So peep this private screenin' of the Last Action Hero
That be freezin' rappers dead in they tracks like Sub Zero (Zero)
'Cause Rico ain't no joke, I eat yo' flows and yo' beat up
Rappers even feel my presence when I'm home with my feet up

What you, skied up or treed up?
Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up
Got the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee off
So niggas, there's no competition with the clear Mos Definition
MC's screamin' now for years
Can't rhyme without they mom's permission
You just a young'un comin' out, gettin' gassed to run your mouth
Wildin' on the Runabout, Baby Pah, you comin' out
Barkin' that you want a bout, but son, you know the comeabout
When Mos Def blow up and, you don't nuttin'
Don't you know nuttin'? My crew go huntin'
We keep it on the norm, then we transform somethin'
And while we do it, you bounce to it
The cops wanna stop the body rock (but don't do it)

Dy-no-mite Like Jimmy J.J
Slobbed down pen-ny, somewhere in L.A.
Now we got to bond like Voltron
Tash, you the bomb, Mos, you the wonton
Re-peatedly, I must drop on thee
A-B-S, I bust down, facility
T-R-A-C-T is the MC
It's the LL, inside the place to be

Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic?
Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?
Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?
We got the universal brothers you got to like!
Now, ain't nobody steppin' up when we got the mic
So turn your A.C. up 'cause it's hot tonight!
And 'til the bright early morn', we'll be rockin' you all
(Don't stop, the body rock!)

All my people out in Queens, you know you're hot, you say
(Don't stop, the body rock!)
All my people out in Brooklyn, and you know we're hot, say
(Don't stop, the body rock!)
Shaolin to L-I, and you know we're fly, say
(Don't stop, the body rock!)
All the people on the Greens, and the land in between, say
(Don't stop, the body rock!)

No stoppin'
No stoppin'
Out in Jersey, no stoppin'
Philadelp-i-I, no stoppin'
Chi-Town gettin' down, the playgrounds
Detroit USA, no stoppin'
In Cali, no stoppin'
And the great V-A, no stoppin'
I says, huh-huh huh-huh uh-huh-huh
I said, the Brooklyn sound, no stoppin'
And the Boogie Down, no stoppin'
L-I and Queens, no stoppin'
And you see Medina Greens, no stoppin'
You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stoppin'
And my man Abstract, no stoppin'
Except we never do wack, no stoppin'
Uh-huh, you don't stop, the body rock
D-dah, don't stop

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dante Smith, Kamal Ibn John Fareed, Ricardo Danell Smith, Shawn Mallory Jones