(feat. Wale, Chrisette Michele)
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[Intro (?uestlove & Chrisette Michele)]
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Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying; yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
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I walked up and asked what's wrong,
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She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long
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So I told her I got something you've been waiting for
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I got something you've been waiting for
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[Chorus (Chrisette Michele & Black Thought)]
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Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying; I walked up and asked what's wrong
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She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long
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So get your glass lift it up in the toast position
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We getting paper like John Travolta get it
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Cause we focused wit it we supposed to get it
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You know me and my whole squad we so committed
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We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it
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We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it
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We getting paper like John Travolta nigga
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[Black Thought]
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Well I'm a downtown shooter who that?
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The crown ruler is back
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He kind of grew into the shape of a mack
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Look how I do it, yo I'm taking you back
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This how you rise down to the foundation, how sacred is that?
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I'm from the number one place on the map
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The generational gap with yet another sensational track
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And we don't stress for nothing I just press the button
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It's as simple as just making it hap
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To all the frauds stop faking, relax
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And to the broads if you caking
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Then clap then shake it without breaking your back
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I know the world been waiting for that
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You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack
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And I'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
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The best is that which I accept and nothing less
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My stacks is grotesque my squad, so fresh
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You know its Black Thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but
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[Chorus (Chrisette Michele & Black Thought)]
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[Wale]
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Hip-Hop ain't dead cuz the pulse is in us
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I got the Everclear flow, they mimosa with it
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We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen
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And I'm supposed to pivot like I'm a forward in the league, I'm Oden with it
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Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics
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But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning
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So good rappers ain't eating they Olsen twining
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But I'm so committed, they have grown familiar
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With the counterfeit hitters they so-so with it, but they are Sosa with it.
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They Mark McGuire with the written, I'm Rodriguez
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On the road to riches this is the fork I'm hitting
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This is the trial and error era no co-defendant
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I push The Seed every time like I'm Cody with it
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I said the one-hit wonders pneumonia to us
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I don't know you niggas, hit the road my nigga
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[Chorus (Chrisette Michele & Black Thought)]
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[Black Thought]
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Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain
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Show me where your first impression is at
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And where your dedication to the true profession is at
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How you laugh answer me, "What kind of question is that?"
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I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap
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The real muscle in the message of that
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My name trouble I'm a blessing to rap
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And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
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So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps
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How I'm like Bobby DeNiro, Joe Pesc and them cats
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Am I the unsung hero? oh yes if you asking anybody that's aware of the classics
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They'll tell you I'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
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The best is that which I accept and nothing less
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My stacks is grotesque my squad, so fresh
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You know its Black Thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but
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[Chorus (Chrisette Michele)]
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Rising Up
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| The Roots |
