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      Good art provides people with a vocabulary about things they can’t articulate.

— Mos Def (Yasiin Bey)

“Standing in the sun getting black as I want” - Yasiin Bey

Standing in the sun getting black as I want” - Yasiin Bey

Yasin Bey 
"I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grassThe sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drumsI sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow So then I could really be fly And then she arrivedLike day break inside a railway tunnelLike the new moon, like a diamond in the minesLike high noon to a drunkard, suddenShe made my heart beat in a now-now time signatureHer skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokesShe was the sun’s painting She was a deep cognac colorHer eyes sparkled like lights along the new cityShe lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet And full for her mouth to holdI said, “You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics.”I said, “For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruitAnd give you lightning and thunder as a dowryI would make the sky shed all of it’s stars like rainAnd I would clasp the constellations across your waist And I would make the heavens your cape And they would be pleased to cover youThey would be pleased to cover youMay I please, cover you, please” 

Yasin Bey 

"I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow 
So then I could really be fly 
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes
She was the sun’s painting 
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet 
And full for her mouth to hold
I said, “You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics.”
I said, “For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of it’s stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist 
And I would make the heavens your cape 
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please” 

      People treat hip-hop like an isolated phenomenon. They don’t treat it as a continumm, a history or legacy, And it really is. And like all mediums or movements, it came out fa a need.

— Mos Def

      Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brush strokes,
She was the sun’s painting,
She was a deep cognac color,
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city,
Her lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet and full for her mouth to hold.

— Mos Def, Love Rain

      Focused. I’m a hustler. And my hustle is trying to figure out the best ways to do what I like without having to do much else.

— Mos Def

      I ignore your aura but it grabbed me by the hand
Like the moon pulled the tide,
and the tide pulled the sand.

— Twalib Kweli, from Blackstar, “Beautiful”

      I dreamt that I could paint you with words
But there were no colors bright enough,
Black or white enough,
Blue or green enough, it didn’t mean enough.

— Mos Def, from Blackstar, “Beautiful”