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[Mos Def]
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Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, lawd have mercy
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All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say
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Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop
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Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop
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Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop
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Say Black Star come to rock it non...
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Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
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The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it
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Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
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Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth
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After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk
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Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin
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Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments
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Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments
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Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHAAAAAAAoohhhh
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See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that
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From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at
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Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at
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[Talib Kweli]
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Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
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In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
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what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
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Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense
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My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
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People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception
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Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
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that most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate
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Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body
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You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade
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Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary
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And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary
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Third rate teacher readin and talkin about,
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"I knew he'd amount to nothin"
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Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type,
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who'd have thought they was frontin?"
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Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA, get carted away
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with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day
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Yo it's like
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Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli
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One two three
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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, wyahhhhh
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I said one two three
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It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee
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They shot Tupac and Biggie
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Too much violence in hip-hop, wyahhhhh
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[Mos Def]
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I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!)
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So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at
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Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin
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It ain't about production and -- what else we discussin?
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When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
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Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed
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COLOSSAL, true original b-boy apostle
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Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo
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[Talib Kweli]
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You think you the shit
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somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
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It could be your crew or click
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or some random kid you smoked buddha with
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Consider me the entity within the industry without a history
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of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life
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expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly
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My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty
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People follow me and other cats they hear him flow
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And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano
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[Mos Def]
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Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto
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Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers
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In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
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in the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the +cheaters+
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A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers
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You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us
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(line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just
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make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up
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Chorus
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Black Star |