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What what what, what what, what what, what what
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Woaaaahhhhhhh!
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One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
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We came to rock it on to the tip-top
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Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh
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I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally
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We came to rock it on to the tip-top
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And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh
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[Talib Kweli]
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RE:DEFinition, turning your play into a tragedy
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Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately
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Niggaz is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity
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Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity
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We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
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who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually
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Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you
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You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no Menudo
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cause you pseudo, tryin to compete with reality like Xerox
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Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops
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Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives
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Now the wives is widows soakin up pillows, weepin like willows
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Still mo' blacks is dyin, kids ain't livin they tryin
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_How to Make a Slave_ by Willie Lynch is still applyin
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Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners
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Rockin ever since before Prince was called The Artist
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Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was rockin Starter
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When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool before they was martyrs
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Life or death, if I'm choosin with every breath I'm enhancin
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Stop, there comes a time when you can't run
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[Mos Def]
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What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom
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Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
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Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
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You'll talk about me to your grandsons
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Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag
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so I run through em like, flood water through sandbags
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Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have
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Sinkin they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab
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Son I'm way past the minimum, it's a verb millenium
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My rap's the holy gas in your bag, like Palestinians
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Ancient now descend the year, try to whole the Gideon
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Official b-boy gentlemen won't turn off at the interim
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Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10
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These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for feminine
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Sweeter than some cinnamon the danish brings rotten to men
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Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them
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(Gentlemen) without a tenament more than a ?sibilant?
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Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin elephant
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Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element
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from Flatbush settlement, kid posseses melanin
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Hotter than tales of crack peddlin, makin em WOOP
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like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington
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Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me
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The hot oppresion rent who burn down your chief teepee
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You see me?
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One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
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We came to rock it on to the tip-top
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Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh
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I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally
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We came to rock it on to the tip-top
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Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin hip-hop
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Talib Kweli is rulin hip-hop
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Say we Black Star we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh
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Whoahhhh!
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RE:DEFinition
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Black Star |