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(Kweli) |
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We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop |
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Hip-Hop, it lives for us |
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We don't, live for Hip-Hop |
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Hip-Hop, it lives for us |
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We don't, live for Hip-Hop |
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Hip-Hop, it lives for us |
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We |
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don't |
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, live for Hip-Hop |
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Hip-Hop |
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, it lives for us |
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We don't, live for Hip-Hop |
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Hip-Hop, it lives for us |
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We |
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don't |
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, live for Hip-Hop |
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Hip-Hop |
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, it lives for us |
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It's the Eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro' |
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Soul Rebels strap up, we got a long way to go |
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Before this here blow like a vol-can-o |
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We get eternal, this is what you |
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waitin |
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for |
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You try to front and play the role |
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When you more like a pimp who pay the ho |
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With my name up in your mouth like fellatio |
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I lace the flow on purpose to even up the ratio of Hip-Hop |
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To that shit they drop on the radio |
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Underground classics is what they used to say before |
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Now we break the surface |
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quiet |
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like an alligator nose |
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They hate it cuz they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow |
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We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio |
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The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul |
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So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo |
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We all got babies so, we embrace the taste of dough |
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But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo' |
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(Chorus, Maseo) |
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(De La) is whatcha need, (Reflection) is whatcha need |
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We got the masters of the ceremonies, |
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Blessin' emcees (lip professin' emcees) |
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From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D |
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(Let me hear you scream out loud) if you're somebody |
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Party to party, body to body |
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When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle |
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(Posdnous) |
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Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain |
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It's the extravaganza we glad you came, |
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Made only for them heads, it's infra-red aim |
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For such a world figure, we got figures to gain |
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(don't sleep on a nigga) I ain't Icabod Crane |
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Get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane |
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Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame |
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While these girls throw me plenty, like jenny to jane |
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Ain't some old school G, poppin' memory lane |
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Been on it future robotic since the day I came |
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If you don't know Plug, Wonder Why is my name |
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Most recognized Leo with my size in mane |
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Matter fact, track is simple and plain |
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Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain, |
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Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game |
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(And De La?) |
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Oh fo' sho', we be shinin' the same |
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(Chorus) |
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(Dave) |
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Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold? |
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Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was yeh-old |
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Came to confirm the fact that I been on the payroll |
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Stay cold, til one day make it hot and |
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fade |
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old |
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(Continue til I'm dyin, rottin' out gray and old) |
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I told them fools before they pass they have to pay toll |
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While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens, baby yams |
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You know it stay soul, pre-natal |
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(But they want to come spit your way bro) |
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So, so? Was I supposed to go and say no? (Right) |
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Emcees, some walkin straight, some take the gay stroll |
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I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples |
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I'm from LI, we take it far as out as Naples |
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And scrape hoes who be willing to take clothes |
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off |
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( |
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Off |
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) |
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See once you bet-it all against reflects eternal you lose |
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Every rapper on a debt, |
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y'all |
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need to pay ya dues! |
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(Chorus) |
