[Talib Kweli:]
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Okay...
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Okay, I'm only gettin it on one side of the headphone
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Aight! Yeh, bring it in like...
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Five somethin in the mornin goin on six
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It's daylight, sunrise time
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Time to free yo'self... free yo' soul, free yo' mind
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Ladies, free that ass... yeah!
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Coast to coast it's the most, we don't brag and boast
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We just leave 'em comatose
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It's your boy Talib Kweli, yeah!
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Flow is tight, though I got a couple screws looses
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It's cuckoo, my rep in this game is bigger than Bruce Bruce
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Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
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It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
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SHOOT~! Y'all niggaz can't hang like a loose noose
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I get on stage, niggaz in my ear like a Bluetooth
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And that's the triple truth Ruth, they lips is loose like
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They seen your lovedaddy in the bulletproof blue Coupe
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My rhymes is full of truth, and the business full of lies
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Try to look a Masai kid in his eyes for the flies
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And tell him how he fucked up our environment daily
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The only thing we know about Africa is from Nas or Belly
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But go off like a Hutu or Tutsi, from Rwanda or Burundi
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Over drums like Babatunde Olatunji
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Sayin nigga just to keep our teeth white, like Paul Mooney
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Fightin spiritual wars, like the Shi'ite or the Sunni
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Yo~! Our music went from tap dance to the lapdance
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Try to get me to sell out and that's a fat chance
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You see black faces in my rap pages
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Larry Davis, Angela Davis or Ossie Davis
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Yeah, welcome to the show, it's Talib Kweli, so amazin
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Live from California it's the Madlib invasion, let's GO!
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This exercise in freedom is called the "Liberation"
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I keep it fly by a process of elimination
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When it come to payin the kid, sometimes it's hesitation
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'Til I make 'em check it in like they got reservations
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But there ain't no reservations about coppin this
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Even though it's free for the people there ain't no stoppin this
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Poppin fresh, cakin up, I'm breakin up the, monotonous flow
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That can't write or plant life like a botanist grow
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A new crop and just roll, it up, blow it out whoa
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Excuse the cockiness though, I'm just showin out - know
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You can't go without this, now what'chu know about that?
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Now what'chu know about... now what'chu know about... [to fade]
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The Show
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Talib Kweli |