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(Talib Kweli)
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We lyrically rich, listed, spiritually fit
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Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy
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In God's eyes I'm wealthy
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Felt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lights
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Time traveled with dissipating on battles my brethren fight
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For birth rights they already got, and shouldn't have to get
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Break down the steady plot that's accurate
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Bust the shots that's immaculate
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Take it to your nugget cause my beloveds covet they freedom
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Believe it put nothing above it loving to leave it
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We blessed with free will so we choose to be ill
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Like sharks keep it grooving we could never be still
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Swimming in the channel of life
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The orators of rhymes handling mics
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Tiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelights
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Everlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cash
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Flashing passes for classes of the third past then blast it
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Makaveli 4, I'm betting on brothers who have nothing to live for
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To give more to the struggle, they already at war
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So much on my mind I just can't recline
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Blastin holes til the night bled sunshine
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Breathe in, Breathe out
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Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
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I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
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(Mos Def)
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I push my pen and wrote this scribe
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Like the morning wouldn't find me alive
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I'm surrounded on all sides
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By the kind in the pool, wise men and the fool
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Young guns in tennis school get no glasses and glue
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Get yours, get it right
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Get down, get paid, get ass, get around
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Get on, get fly, get jig and get high
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Live to get and you'll only end up getting by
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When the nighttime covers the city like a coat
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I approach and assemble my host
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Enter nosed? caught asleep in the city that don't
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Cause I won't that you rest noises on your doorstep
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Dump the stress
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Police the park, mam, raise the park bench on nonsense
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Cause they fail to see the brothers' conference
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Regardless we bond tight and we rumble all day to break night
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Daylight why we living to death, you ain't right
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The same fight about my nighttime habits is mad static
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But the city's just so alive that I just got to have it
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The planet of Brook-LAWN is what I look on
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Ghetto chef rock your vest while you getting your cook on
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Dedicating this song to Scott LaRock, Big and pop
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Call ?Nature Ray?, Betty Carter and John Henry CLark
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Romp around and freedom fights going down
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You set the pace, now you finish the race
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It's on now
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So much on my mind I just can't recline
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Blasting holes til the night bled sunshine
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Breathe in, Breathe out
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Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
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I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
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(Bridge)
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Don't get too close because you might get shot (2X)
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(Black Thought)
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One's for the treble, two's for the bass
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Up in your face, just taking up space
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On the case like Blodrack?, drugs like Prozac
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Flavor and you know dat kid that shit's so fat
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Downlo devious, previous mischevious
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Looking like a feeling, here to make a killing
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Appealing to the hiphop crowd rowdy loud
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RahRahRah and harrass pay me cash
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A late night excursion looking and listening
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To scenes I be fitting in the rhyme that I'm getting in
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Finishing the job I'm total asset pass it
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My eyes so red that broke bread I pack nuff lead
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This is how I want it part of the storm
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So when I 8 for the dome then blow the spot is blown
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Do you understand it the mic, yo, I demanded
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Riffing, it doesn't make a difference
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Don't get too close because you might get shot (4X)
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Is it real, huh? Is it really is that buddha
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In the philly, I let the smoke influenced me to laught at jokes
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When I'm writing down the hot on paper
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So I create beats to trigger up my flamer
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Then I commence to set it off with a sentence
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"Whack emcees keep your distance"
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Instantly just like a bomb of the mic is in my palm
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I do harm but coolly calm with the firearms
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Dangerous flavorous
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Lyrically miracle street life material
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Kept up in the stereo so here we go for niggas know what's up
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Oh yeah, the hardcore shit
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Making chumps forfeit
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Walking on you, stepping on you just like a doormat
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Check the format, definitely all that
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