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(Intro) |
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Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James |
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Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, Reflection Eternal |
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(Chorus) |
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{Supa Dav West} |
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We Make the Music That Change your life |
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'Bout to touch you just right |
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All night we gonna to shine the light |
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'Bout to touch you just right |
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{Piakhan} |
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Piakhan floating on the mighty clouds of joy |
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Building a future, yo, for my baby boy (uh huh) |
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I moved form the hood yet the shit still in me |
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And your opinion is nothing to me |
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I have plenty like bein' out of prison |
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With a roof over my dome |
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And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone |
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Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib |
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A Nattian cat we got em' snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and |
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Killin' em softly with out flossin' |
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But yet the shine is glossy and |
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the run the lyrical train through your brain shit |
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Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lane shit |
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With the iron, ain't no use in you trying "I ain't lyin'" |
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Through your ears mesmerize em' |
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It's about time we started risin' |
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Once again replace bullets with words, try to make it fun again |
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(Chorus) w/ minor variations |
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{Talib Kweli} |
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if the put my life on the screen then its got to Be the IMAX |
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I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax |
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Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that |
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My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back |
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What's that all about with the feedback? |
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All up in my mouth we don't need that, |
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the asphault is the place to be at |
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Where the people fire burn so bright you can see that believe that |
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It ain't light music (no) |
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We make the right music (true) |
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Keep it tight music (yes) |
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Affirmin' life music (come on) |
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(Chorus) w/ minor variations |
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{Talib Kweli} |
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It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips |
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My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips |
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Yeah I wanna touch you there (right there) |
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Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine |
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Like the bread and wine, my brains embedded with rhymes |
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That's ahead of they time, I rock the better design |
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You cats ain't got the touch |
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You all suck, like getting head from a dime |
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I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin' |
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It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint shake |
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When you play this (yeah), your crew is haters when they come |
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Through with the newest/latest (like that) |
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Reflection Eternal |
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Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple |
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And the moon arrive, reflection through the night |
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That touch you just right |
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(Bridge) |
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{Talib Kweli} |
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With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm |
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It's the rhythm, rhythm; yes ya'll the rhythm |
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Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm |
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Hi Tek make ya'll nod ya'll neck to the rhythm |
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And |
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(Chorus) w/ minor variations (x2) |
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{Talib Kweli} |
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Uh yeah yeah yeah |
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Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (x2) |
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Clap your hands everybody (x4) |
