[Talib Kweli:]
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One, two, three and the place to be
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You got the almighty Talib Kweli, BK emcee
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It's the international rockin' with Madlib
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We got the Strong Arm Steady gang and the place to be
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We got Chace Infinite, Self Scientific and the place to be, word
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[Hook:]
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Blacksmith is running through your function
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No need for interruptions or discussions, no
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Welcome to a Madlib production
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We listenin; but y'all really sayin' nothin', no
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[Talib Kweli:]
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I try to say the most just to say the least
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I try to stay the coast while I slay the beast
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I'm bout to say my piece, you listenin' to Rita's voice
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Speakin' is the people's choice, Blacksmith is
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The return of the black fist, that's quiet
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That's it, it's the black star shout out to black
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Bonte give me a call the next time you watch the VMA's
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I'll be right there with the whole rock steady gang
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Or making a fucking logistical nightmare
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My nigga's is right here at the speed of light yea
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Soon as I send the signal out after the night air
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The sound that we makin' got them quakin' in they Nik' airs
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We don't fight fair I'll make your shit crash
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Quit yellin' whiplash you bitch ass (nigga)
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Mad cause I'm faster and I hit the gas quicker
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My squad cut like a glass of liquor, pass that
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[Phil the Agony:]
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No matter the cost, we back at it, gat at your boss
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Shoot to kill, splatter with force
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Air force bubblin' blitz this shit
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Fire like two sticks rubbing like this
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No tricks nothing is fake I'mma ride
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What you want thin ice where you skate? When them niggas hate
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I'mma say beat break shake it off
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Focus on what's important, but take a loss
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Force the hand this is Strong Arm feeding you
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We're beating you, cut a nigga short like an interlude
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Bars anonymous, I promise you this
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One line will make you famous like Travis and shit
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It's the S.A.S, you are now rocking with the best
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All them other rappers lied to you (nigga)
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Yes, yes, it's still west, west
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With my east coast, polly, Kweli, you got a problem with me
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[Chace Infinite:]
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Steady Gang running the game, it won't change
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Back to the days with Jordan's and gold chains
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Fistful of dollars fucking future top models
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Through the knowledge but we still poppin' bottles
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Pushing like full throttle on the Interstate trunk full
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Of product just to make a nigga's dinner plate
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Gotta get this money for my daughter's sake, and I
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Smoke a lot of weed and plus a nigga gotta say (what)
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Fresher than a motherfuckin' mannequin, you get
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The point like we was playing pickle with a couple javelins
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Gimme a reason to stop speaking and
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Start niggas bleedin' in the mid Los Angeles region
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We the niggas that believe in lacerations and lesions
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Niggas wanna dick and get it this evenin'
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Earn a song James Lionel grain greedy geniuses
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Y'all niggas is mysteries nothin' but phantom menaces
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And we the niggas y'all love to hate
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But see the homies from the east just raise the stakes
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And we gonna get it in a major way
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Blacksmith is the label strong arm is the game
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[Krondon:]
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Shawshank charmaleon six pack benatall [?]
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Weeping in the bank watching Robin Hood withdraw
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Young orangutan gettin' niggas knocked off
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You hall ass and get a trip to see Lou Rawls
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I pour Henny from jewelry in my jacket like linen
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You don't think I got the hustle in me
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Roll with the real resis' you retarded
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And winky is not the shit he just farted
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One trip you motionless you understand the kid got close
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And we can get rich, the rice stay broke
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King Tut chrome in the cut like macuricone
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Take off your head like the N.O. Superdome
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The blacker the better, the greener the cheddar
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We the new Dream Team smoking more green (nigga)
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Jihad jinkins liberating like Abe Lincoln
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Dizzling dumbing out minkin
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[Hook x2]
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The Function
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Talib Kweli |