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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... |
