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[Intro: Yasiin Bey]
Bismillah
Brother say
Pardon the paraphrasing, the brother say
"If you're not a myth, whose reality are you?
If you're not a reality, whose myth are you?"
Boogieman care plan
Bey, Bey, Bey

[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
Sasquatch sighting at the latest local market
Looking over vegetables and fruits with his family
Choosy lover legend, always took him for a loner
Yes, and nonetheless these cajones ain't broken
See locked doors open for the locksmith super
Turn a perfect blend in first, third, or more verses
Rendered in amazement for the rightly rendered statement
Even what he didn't say was a clear communiqué
Because space is the place
We outside like Jada and Cecil Taylor
Hoisting high fives on the haters
Basquiat's paintbrush; Cleopatra's toothbrush
Garvey's black bootstraps, St. Harriet’s handgun
Actions took the matter from an object to a talisman
Indiana Jones ain't fit to hold the private saddlebags
Handle that
But not no nervous, dirty hands
Boogieman care plan, force majeure
Royal grace, space
Ace
[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]

[Outro: Yassin Bey]
You can feel it even when you can't touch