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