[Verse 1: Talib]
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Movin' at the speed of a solution
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Bleeding in the streets as you're breathing the pollution
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They're saying that we need a revolution
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But their passion is reduced to all-caps on a computer
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Hey! Every sixteen I make a sick scene
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Blood splattered all on you shirt like a…
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Y'all niggas trippin' like mescaline and mixed greens
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My flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristine
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You goin' green like Al Gore with ‘em
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I make algorithms that got Malcolm in ‘em
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God's favorite, I'm sick as a doctor's patient
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We live in a cold world, my job is to rock nations
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My occupation? Elation, a celebration of rebels
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Raise the levels and the decibels flagrant
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It's too amazing how we be blazing, son
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Our flowers is the loudest, they crowd around us
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But cower in the shadows of the towers, boy
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[Hook]
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Take a tour with it, bake the raw
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Where the beat's so savage
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That it's knuckles gon' scrape on the floor
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Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off
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Jah/Wu/gun music playin' when we facing off
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[Verse 2: Busta]
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Yo, I plaster the nation, causing evacuation
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My manifestation got ‘em patient from how I keeps it amazing
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See, I'm the reason niggas need some training
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While I'm inflicting the pain and making it suitable for any occasion
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I'm very engaging soon as I awaken
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Quickly back you up and bag your bitch
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She's reminding me of Sanaa Lathan
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Rely on the hating while I'm smiling and waiting
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That's when I embrace ‘em
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If you try to front, you'll be highly mistaken
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The mightiest making of a classic, alrighty, I'll face it
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My psyche is ancient and I'm hiring, so try me, I'm patient
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Sorry, I'm lying, face it, I'm back for the taking
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I'm urgently giving niggas the courtesy of smashing their face in
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(Damn, can you cut his mic off?!)
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See how we got ‘em buggin'
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‘Cause they can't believe what we have in the making
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Shit so historic, got me goin' for it while I bang the nation
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And do niggas greasier than a slab of bacon…
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Talib]
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These rap niggas is bitches, nothing but suckers to me
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Sacrifice myself for the music and let them suffer through me
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Your weak product is nothing to me
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I only feel effects when I fuck with Louis
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Yep, I get buck in the studio like I'm Evil Dee
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Pulling strings like the Muppet movie
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Shining my light like Mos calling his mother Umi
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Who's the hottest regardless of who's flaming?
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We ain't talkin' 'bout the best until you mention my name
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Who're you kidding? The truest spitting
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I'll break you like a mirror so it's clearer
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That we don't believe in superstition
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These new additions need supervision
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Thinking that they can spit it in the booth like me
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What are you stupid? Listen
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I've been official, it's been official, I'm too consistent
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I make a claim 'cause I'm too official for euphemisms
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Staying in the cut like a new incision
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I'll put you on your ass like True Religion
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So give it up for the truest living
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[Hook]
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Rocket Ships
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Talib Kweli |