Kweli:
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My nigga Punchline want his money
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Yo, this is a capitalist society
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Yo! Hello world, how y'all doin?
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Don't be shy, y'all can wave back, man I know y'all can't see me
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Oh you got it?
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Verse 1: Talib Kweli
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Talib Kweli Ichiban in Japan is mush-mush
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Yo, I'm able to keep it fresh like veggie tables and couscous
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Got my comp in a catch deuce-deuce
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Livin proof, you want the truth? Nah, you can't handle the truth
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I flip it like any Angelo, be it Michael- or D'
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Paint the ceiling with my sounds, smoke trees with melodies
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I enter the palace with no malice intended
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If L's make you cough a chalice is recommended
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Particularly filled with sticky that I got from Manny
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I'm breakin mics like Amy Fisher breakin¡¯ a family
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It can be, all so simple if you let it
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If you don't want to, fuck it, forget it, yo, don't sweat it
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You feel little when you let the power of the rhythm hit you
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White widow got my eyes Chinese
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But sharp as leaves of paper cuttin¡¯ your skin
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Whenever I write with my pen and make a point
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Y'all be like, "Yeah, that's the joint"
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Yo Matt, got the track on they DAT
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That make it easy to complete ¡®cause I write shit with or without a beat
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See you on the hook like a fish we knock it out, no doubt,
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The shit fixed like carols at Christmas
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So bounce, come on, bounce, come on
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I lock you in my sentence and the shit's a run-on
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Tokyo, where you at?
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Brooklyn, where you at?
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CHORUS:
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Kweli next to be up, so I suggest you re-up
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Or freeze up like you hear a shot
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Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of every single MC in earshot
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I fear not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, number one, Ichiban
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VERSE 2: Talib Kweli
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I get my camouflage from Weiss/Mahoney
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My rhymes are worth the price of Sony
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Your light like last for one minute like Rice-A-Roni
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Son, I'm nice, you're phoney It seems all you want in life's to know me
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I'm colder than when the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy
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One and only Talib Kweli from Eternal Reflect
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Yo, I come to Tokyo where everything is Hi-Tek
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So I feel right at home, rightin¡¯ poems, fightin¡¯ clones
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Who bite my own style cause they ain't got one, I got drive while you ride shotgun
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Please stop, son I watch ¡°Get on the Bus¡± a lot
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And all this shabuya has got to stop I'm just playin¡¯
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Japanese culture is like amazin¡¯, animation is like hair-raisin
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Kick selection got no limit eatin¡¯ seaweed, maybe one day I get with it
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But when I see weed I'm smokin¡¯, heh, I'm just jokin¡¯, really not though
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My homie Common told me, ¡°Arigato¡±
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My art got no Boundaries like Pablo Picasso
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Who? You don't know, you never knew Big up to Ru
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See you in the show on the Avenue Of the Americas etcetera, etcetera
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You get the point, you want hot shit, I got a plethora
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Classics, it's the best of Brooklyn, New York City, so we're never comin¡¯ shitty
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I get more love in Japan than ¡°Hello Kitty¡±
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Such a pity, these MC's think they hangin¡¯ with me
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Catch me on Japanese MTV with Mos Diddy
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CHORUS:
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Kweli is next to be up, so I suggest you re-up
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Or freeze up like you hear shots
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Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of every single MC in earshot
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I fear not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, number one, Ichiban
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None, number one, Ichiban, no-no-no-no-no...
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Here we go, one, two, come on Here we go, one, two, come on
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Yo, I'm out......peace
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Great Expectations
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| Talib Kweli |
