[Intro]
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I told you! Thought ? the creation of new energy
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Yes, the creation of new energy and new beings
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What? Yes, brothers! I speak of movement, of creation, of making
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[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]
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Brilliance. Nice, nice levels
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Thank you, Mr. Jackson
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Fix up look sharp, yo
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I resolve, me and mine involved
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A lot of cats talk live, they ain't live at all
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Sideline check, hush when it's time to ball
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Taking this charge and all, why you front so hard?
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You could have a thousand rhymes, a thousand dimes
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The house to shine, coupes on the routes recline
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Be on Greenwich Mean, Beech Street, or Mountain time
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But weigh it up, duke ? your pound ain't a ounce of mine
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You're down for mine, ashy and ground for mine
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Yasiin a sunburst clip, pronounce divine
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Pull down the blinds, shade them out or shine
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Everything from Bangkok to Bucktown is mine
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Say Black Star, great things sprout the mind
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Full moons and starry nights, new life and true light
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Desert flames and ancient names, cinematic classic frames
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Beautiful and fantastic things
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Like peace, equality; Allah see everything
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Don't call it a comeback, I was home anyway
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Ain't mister measure for all any time we spend away
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Travelling man I carry home with me every day
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Bey, slim body push heavy weight
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Fix up look sharp, elevate
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And I don't mean like Copperfield or David Blaine
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We on solid ground and far above the clouds
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Black Star
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[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
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The wait is over, or is it overweight?
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The game is bloated, there's no escape
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They sub-standard, we substantial
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We got the great names, they got the love handles
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We slimming down, trim the fat
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Sit it down with all that chitter-chat
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You talking this and that ? shhh, simmer down
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Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, son
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The music so powerful, use it to see the parallels
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I could make it rain but I make it plainer than Malcolm does
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Black Star, baby powder fresher than the talcum, yup
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People charged up, yup, we good with or without the plug
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You doubted us, but you're still hating ? wow, I'm proud of ya!
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Committed to your cause and it's caused you to be a sourpuss
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Ain't a number that could measure your level of cowardice
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You Power Puff, you pale in comparison, don't get out enough
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Turn up the motherfuckers, the speakers ain't nearly loud enough
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Black Star rocking it, Chaka would be proud of us
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Had enough, callow for shallow and narrow-mindedness
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Preparing for the battle, the shadows is where you finding us
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You trying to bust ? you synthetic as a designer drug
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The populace is ignorant ? thank you for reminding us
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Separate myself from the rappers who hustle backwards
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Yup, zero property, laws of algebra
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[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
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Fix up look sharp
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Black Star, good God
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And when the sky look dark
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Shine a light, look ahead, look up
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[Verse 3: Yasiin Bey]
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Malcolm X and Marley Marl, the word of God, the work's involved
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Portraits of the brain and other unexplained phenomenon
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Shut down Babylon, smash all automaton
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Feel the beat, got 'em feeling geeked like it's Comic-Con
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Far from the hardy-har, more like a Tomahawk rocket launch
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Ali right cross knock these rappers off
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Kweli and Mr. Bey, fresh not from concentrate
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Looking very sharp today ? thank you brother, Danke Schoen
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Crowd working more than German engineering
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And through the frequency they thought they hear the interference
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Flashes of the spirit
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Seekers in the clearing
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Say that the tongue is the mirror of the heart's inner mirror
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Look, in that window it's the freedom fighter's grandson
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Fixed up looking sharp, automatic handgun
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Look, parade, caravan, diplomat, degenerate
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Messiah, pariah, the leader of the syndicate
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Peace treaty written in loophole penmanship
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Same rows, two shots, palaces and tenements
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Dispossesed made a noble owner of the lonely heart
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Peel apart, come together, come together, peel apart
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Come together
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[Hook]
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Fix up look sharp
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Black Star, good God
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And when the sky look dark
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We shine light, look ahead, look up
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Fix up look sharp
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Black Star, good God
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And when the sky look dark
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Shine bright, so fresh and so clean |