[Intro: Mos Def singing]
So much trouble in the world
Who the cap fits, let him wear it
Who the cap fits, let him wear it
Hold up...

[Intro: Mos Def adlibs]
It's always the nervous cats, that's like...
"Yo, money, you tryin to diss me or something?
What, you tryin to get fly or something?
You tryin to get a little rep off me or something, money?
Let me tell you something money, you don't know me like that
NawI'msayin, you don't know none of my crew like that
NawI'msayin, and if you really wanna make some little insinuation
About me, nawI'msayin, don't talk about it, be about it, money
If you wanna do something, we can do it right now, nawI'msayin..."

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
I levitate through meditation
Sitting, my legs crossed, source to build force field
To shield my immediate surroundings
Avoiding falling sheet rock, rubble, and granite
Expand – white ma, got plans to feed the planet
Excessive hate, repercussions of manic-depressive state
Panic – God forbid, we all take it for granted
Delivering lyrical thought for spiritual dividends
Have to concentrate, like hamsters we'll be livin' in
Magnetic deploring 'em, it's a must I score again
Pollute 'em, shoot 'em down like white students in Oregon
'Cause when I was broke, I always found figures to fuck bitches
With full force like them muscle-bound n***as
[Verse 2: Rah Digga]
Well it's the R-A-H, big up to Brick City
When I'm not rippin' n***as, I be spending with committee
Got two rap clicks, so bring all the kindred
Buggin' off of rappers sayin' shit I been said
Askin' me how your mob sound, bringin my high down
Flipmode put shit together quicker than a seamstress
Think I talk white 'cause I speak proper English?
All up in your air, like I was celly interference
Rip shows and make little cameo appearance
White label to death if I can't get no clearance

[Chorus 1: Mos Def singing]
And Who the cap fits, let him wear it
And who the cap fits, let him wear it
And who the cap fits, let him wear it
And who the cap fits, let him wear it
Oh, lawd...

[Chorus 2: Mos Def rapping]
Yo – a lot of cats think I'm chattin' about them and they crew
Well, if that's true – I'm talkin' to you
Thinkin I'm dissin' your steez, your degress, everything you're attached to?
Then – I'm talkin' to you
Wonderin' who we talkin' about, "Yo, is my name in his mouth?"
Well, then – I'm talkin' to you
No mystery –
You ain't got to scratch your head, like "Is he dissin me?"
Hey – we talkin' to you
[Verse 3: A-Butta]
Aiyyo, whichever the lever that I pull
It's never the bull, shit instead of the full clip, click
You get hit in the head wit' dialect
When I pre-fect my new script
Check the architect, then select the newest blueprint
When I project the movement of the mic, it might strike
A brand new life, trife that handle
Fly, endure literature that's pure
Yo, you miniature before–you finished yours, I get mine
Musically inclined, like the sign of a clef
To my death, I rhyme and, yes, I left you, sense-less in the mind
Plus I'm–going to show no re-pentance
My flow's relentless, you know the sentence

[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
You will respect it when we set it
Fake MC's get tossed
For leavin' the microphone covered with lip gloss
Don't get lost, bitch-asses who switch fastest
When my hits smashes, impacts like whip crashes
Fuckin' up your face like thick glasses
You still can't see shit!
I'll snatch your faith, your imagination won't believe it
It's ill, you can't conceive it
Any n***a can make a baby, it takes a man to be a father
Why bother? You'll be run over in the street like 'Frogger'
Comatose like Central Park joggers when my crew goes wildin'
Lyricists who'll never Lounge, 'til all wack shit is silenced
I'm non-violent, n***as come aggressive wit' that nonsense
Yo, it's time for us to get aggressive wit' that conscious
[Chorus 1: Mos Def singing]
Who the cap fits, let him wear it
Who the cap fits, God take dem, wear it
Who the cap fits, make him wear it
Make them wear it
Make them wear it

[Chorus 2: Mos Def rapping]
Yo – a lot of cats think I'm chattin' about them and they crew
Well, if that's true – I'm talkin' to you
Wondering if I'm dissin' you, everything you love and attached to?
I'm talkin' to you
Runnin' your mouth, wondering, "Yo, who Mos be talking 'bout?"
Then – I'm talkin' to you
No mystery, you can consider yourself dissed officially
You can consider yourself dissed officially
You can consider yourself dissed officially

[Outro: Mos Def]
Stop scratchin' ya head, stupid
{*imitating mad rappers ranting 'til end*}