作曲 : Greene, Kweli, Penn, Rock It's Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn Most definitely yaknowhat Imsayin Mount Vernon And Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth (true) the brothers who brought ya Escapism, Return Of The Mecca, Straighten It Out, The Creators Yeah right about now we about to make history [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] The track make you nod like smack through the needle Niggaz don't sell crack is they evil America's build on the backs of my people Cats say they packin' the heat but they actin' like Chino Cause when it's time to bounce it back they fall back in the field though I went from crashin' the beat in the passenger seat Drivin' like many straight trees don't even mix coke with the henney Flow with so many styles ladies open all night like Denis 24 hours party people soakin' in the Remy and Cris' The video is directed by Benny and Chris Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits I tell 'em this: you gotta be at least a dime for a piece of mind I deal with porters and keys just like the leachious mind I like mature girls just now reachin' they prime Know how to conversate to the man and don't eat no swine If you ready to roll than we can rock shit My niggaz so cold we hot [Chorus: C.L. Smooth] Pete Rock murderville keep the joint on smash See the don come through enough bray that cash Talib Kweli he can speak to the mass Why the great minds think alike cause we keepin' it fly See we keepin' it fly till the day I die, and you can't deny Son we keepin' it fly how we keepin' this fly Better master your eye cause we keepin' it fly Bring it back to life [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Psychedelic we sell it and niggaz jealous fellows Go get your hate up get your weight up I'm tellin' you straight up You need to turn that frown upside down you use less muscles The smile is easier than it sound, it's true Lookin' all crooked I be tellin' these dudes They should Straighten It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. Smooth See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie Kids fiend before the camera screaming; just shoot me Now they scream a million miles away from the sun But you still feel the heat when we packed us the way of the gun Like tape digs raise kids to escape the slave ships Instead they wanna pump weights not the state Better exercise take from work the rest get left inside And whips chicks and kicks money we specialize I be the respirator so hip hop is kept alive So many niggaz buggin' me I need a fuckin' pesticide [Chorus] [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] You put light back to life cause these rappers ain't actin' right Thinkin' they cut like Mack the knife, rap the fight Battle right through the afterlife Cause when you die make you look way past the life And high sight I drop the type of rhyme To give the blind sight, sparkle a shine bright like lemonlime Sprite up in the limelight, yeah As we still at the track you feel it when the chorus tack You deal it twist a cap back with a skillet official would kill it This is fake the way we sill it as the great Pete Rock and Kweli Got Pete to make you chicks knees knock to Pete Rock my life It's the soundtrack other niggaz sound wack Like white kids tryin' to sound black I spit on mics wet up the essence where L drowned at This Guerilla Monsoon Rap first comb rap Soon rap come through a crossroads, and all these lost souls Will stand out with stress signals like morse code [Chorus]