[Chorus]
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They wanna know (All you have to do)
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know how I do
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Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
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Why you playing, why you playing?
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I be going like two and two
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With some hot shit ready to spit for you
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With the songs that you love just to get you through
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[Verse 1]
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Back in effect
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I'm back to collect
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Got the respect
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Which will turn into the cash or a check
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You can, pay me in fear, you can pay me with love
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You can, pay me in tears or you can pay me in blood
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Spray me with slugs, and the revolution live, I never die in vain
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The writer might be dead but the piece remain on the train (yea)
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The music help you be true to yourself, accumulate wealth
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So what I spit is the embodiment I do for self
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As a teen it was kinda hard to find a job
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I took over my writer's bloc and ran it like a spot
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I'm Pimp C in this game nigga, I'm a hard
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But I'm never feasting on it, keep speaking on it God
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That's what they say when I'm building, I keep my dialogue street
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But still spiritual like we deep inside a mosque
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Or the synagouge that don't preach or go where the sinners are
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And keep the fire burning like a slum lord in the Bronx
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[Chorus]
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Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
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Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
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I be going like two and two
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With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
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With the songs that you love just to get you through
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Ma
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[Verse 2]
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Rhyme writer from nine to five
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It's the 25 to lifers with the balance of the acrobatic high wires
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The pain of the slave with his back feeling like fire
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'Cuz the whip talking to his ass like Knight Rider
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Most of these rappers now days be sounding like liars
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Got visions of guns in they head like the Pied Piper
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When I bust they start to disappear like my lighters
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'Cuz they shit is faker than the dreads on Mikah Phifer
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The industry is in trouble
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Plus these industry niggaz is fake, so they tend to be in a bubble
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So I hit the block where they're known to thicken the plot
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Sticking up cops, kids be pocket-picking they Glocks (my man)
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Balling outta control, don't be forgetting that niggaz is broker than dishes at a Greek wedding
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They might try to run up on you, take your life quick
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It's like this when you walk the strip up on the night shift
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[Chorus]
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Let 'em know
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Of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
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Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
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I be going like two & two
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With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
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With the songs that you love to get you through
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Ma
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[Verse 3]
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This right here the bare essentials with no extras y'all
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I kept it raw from the school of thought where less is more
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Brooklyn is cooking and I blessed it with the special sauce
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I got the soul of a prophet and never take a loss
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Fresher than kicks out the box, the kids on the block
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That is street hungry trying to get that sweet honey out the rock
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Crack in the socks when they click the row thicker than sour sop
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Listening to my black power rock
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Music, of this hip hop we be rock to it
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I'm a river, you a valley, watch me run right through it
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You wanna learn how to do it, tell the truth in your single first
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Lil' Kim went to jail for what you do in every single verse (free Lil' Kim)
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Lyrics is perjury, your beats is more plastic than surgery
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And we in the United States of emergency
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One of the main reasons none of you lames worry me
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Is I change lanes like I change planes and change currency
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[Chorus]
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They wanna know, tell them (All you have to do is call me)
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of course I will 'cuz you know how I do
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Maybe you don't (All you have to do is call me... call me)
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I be going like two and two
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With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
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With the songs that you love to get you through
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Ma
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Two & Two
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Talib Kweli |