[Talib Kweli]
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Yes..
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Every day somebody ask me where all the real MC's is at?
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They underground
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There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit
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Yaknowwhat'msayin? Bringin them raw skills
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YaknowwhatI'm sayin?
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Really, to me..
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It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky
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These niggas suck like hickies
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and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies
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I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
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With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors
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Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
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Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old
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You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about
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You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!
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Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness
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Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness
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I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
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My point is, your flow can stop!
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By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home
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Everybody lookin at you, fish tank syndrome
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In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep
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And keep it blacker than the back of your neck
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What you expect, that shit's hollerin
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Cause we developin the followin
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Gettin played like stone love tapes and dollar vans
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Order reverse your universe so your demise is first
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Before your rise it gets worse
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You need a night nurse like Gregory
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Beggin me - stop it hurts! - is what you say to me
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Like that's supposed to mean somethin?
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You the one I seen frontin in the club
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Your act I don't buy it, I got the dub
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love
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Chorus: *chanted in background*
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Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X*
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[Mos Def]
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Visions occupy my synaptic space
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Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape
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The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
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Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
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Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
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Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
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Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
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They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it
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I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
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Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it
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Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent
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Spirit is still so just chill and be patient
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Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with
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Clowns about to scream and shout but don't say shh..
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I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested
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I'm majestic, I represent my strength without effort
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My, method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
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My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics
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run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
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I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness
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It's all luminary, despite commentary
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Some people say, Mos how you get so?
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My sign will make you jump around like calypso
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And, murmur to yourself like a schizo
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There ain't no bottom on the ???
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Chorus
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[Talib Kweli]
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Come on, come on, come on, come on
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Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar line
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We bout to take y'all home.
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YaknowwhatImean? Here we go...
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We got all markets on lock
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From meat to stock
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Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars
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Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be
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Grab my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees
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We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon
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Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!
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Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track
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Passin the mic's like quarterbacks
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of course its phat, get off of that!
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Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack
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out of fear of being called a hater, imagine that!
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We ain't havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at
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My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat
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So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me
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Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wannabe
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But they can't, ain't no points for effort, so why bother?
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Cause your g |