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The highest caliber, make it a night to remember like Shalamar |
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Then escape to Havana with Assata, do what I gotta |
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Planes get shot down in Cuban air space over the water |
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I got insight, it's a clear case of reading your aura |
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Man, what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus |
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Makin' these MC's our sons like Horus |
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I'm always taking shots like a Japanese tourist, get the picture? |
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Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure |
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[Mos Def] |
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I'm sippin wishing well water imported from Pluto |
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That's why my eyes is glassy, so ain't got to ask me |
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The interplanetary Illuminati move your body |
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I trekked the stars first, so fuck Kirk and Scotty |
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I threw basement parties on the Mothership |
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Now I'm on planet Earth on some other shit |
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Many 'habitants of this world be strivin and strugglin |
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Tryin to eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh |
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Ghetto red hot, man that shit is like bubblin |
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Can't get no peace cause the Beast keep troubling |
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Youth, they oppose and the blows they be doubling |
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Nike heads is trife and the shots, they be thundering |
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Ways and customs don't make any sense |
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They be givin me stress and they test my maintenance |
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Use the sand and the Ummah as my sustenance |
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No, this style will never lack, melanin's my evidence |
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[Mr. Man] |
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In order to effective, with your words you must be selective |
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Cause showin and provin is the Prime Directive |
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Movin those who are outdated with vernaculated thought, so |
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Every time I take a turn MC's take a loss |
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My point across, I gotta get to where I want to be |
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As the wickedest public speaker since '73 |
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Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground |
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As the physical manifestation of sight and sound |
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So gather 'round, to hear the profound brown vomiter |
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Absorb the sonic energy manifestin through your monitor |
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The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear |
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Mr. Man, in nine ether represent right here, check it out |
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[Kweli] |
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This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet |
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Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed |
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[Mos Def and Mr Man] |
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Peace be upon he, and, we MC's |
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Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree |
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[Kweli] |
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This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet |
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Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed |
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[Mos Def and Mr Man] |
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Peace be upon he, and, we MC's |
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Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree |
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[Kweli] |
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Yo, what's wrong with this picture? (picture) Don't it seem bugged |
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MC's is high on they supply, sounds like they takin drugs |
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Y'all trippin like mescalin and killin the feeling like penicillin |
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Switchin' to Lionel Rich' and dancin on the ceilin |
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Go ahead and be a heroin(e), your own mind |
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Fuck your internet, coke is it when you on line |
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Smokin dirty weed, ignorin the medicinal herbals |
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So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils |
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You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus |
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Swept under the rug, we turnin niggas into dust |
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You done came out of the earth (earth), what your life worth? |
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When you get left with what you had on the day of your birth |
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[Mr. Man] |
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Ha...Yo, it's the super scientifical, high-powered prolifical |
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Lyrically a miracle, mentally I'm physical |
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Massively encryptical, verbally invincible |
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These kids wanna battle but the material's pitiful |
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The only original, wicked individual |
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Whenever I rhyme, I break it down into syllables |
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Simply because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn |
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It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin |
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It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen |
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I'll cut your ass in half and leave you with a semicolon |
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[Kweli] |
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We cold-crushin MC's that's gold-rushin for the cheese |
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They see a flash in the pan waitin for royalties |
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[Mos Def] |
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But kings and queens get overthrown when they grab the microphone |
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Shootin videos in homes that they know they'll never own |
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I guess they cannot work alone, they forever with crew |
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L sparking, steady barking bout the wildness they do |
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Posin in photographs shot at complimentary angles |
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Be playin Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles |
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Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record to tape |
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Step in my zone, your spot'll get blown like Watergate |
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[Mr. Man] |
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Wait, my blastin rate is past a state of rappers who procrastinate |
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Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate |
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Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload |
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So I flip into my mode of rhyme, long like a road |
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See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates |
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I got rhymes by the crates to erase the duplicates |
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Cause, I blow wack rappers out like afros |
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My shit is so phat it be stretchin my asshole |
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But huh, that's not the point because I'm better than most |
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I make MC's Wonder like bread but then, bread gets toast |
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It's like that, Mr. Man, Mos Def, and Kweli |
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Represent for every single real MC, you don't stop |
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(Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def) |
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[Kweli] |
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This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet |
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Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed |
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[Mos Def and Mr Man] |
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Peace be upon he, and, we MC's |
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Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree |
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[Kweli] |
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This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet |
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Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed |
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[Mos Def and Mr Man] |
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Peace be upon he, and, we MC's |
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Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree |
