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[Kweli]
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People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented
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cats underground with that raw shit. Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the
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raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really...
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To me, It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky
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These niggas suck like kitty,
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and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies
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I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
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With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors
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Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
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Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old
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You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about
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You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!
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Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness
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Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness
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I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
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My point is, your flow can stop!
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By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home
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Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome
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In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep
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And keep it blacker than the back of your neck
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What you expect, that shit's hollerin
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Cause we developin the followin
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gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans?
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I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first
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Before your rise gets worse
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You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me
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Stop it hurts, what you say to me?
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Like thats supposed to mean something
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You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club
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Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub
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Come on everybody, come on and show your love
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*repeat 4X*
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Chorus: *chanted in background*
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Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X*
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[Mos]
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Visions occupy my semantic's space
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Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape
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The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
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Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
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Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
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Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
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Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
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They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it
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I follow suit, and face it, embrace it
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Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it
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Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent
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Spirit is still so just chill and be patient
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Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with
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Clowns about, screamin but don't say shit
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I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested
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I'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass?
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Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
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My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics
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Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
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I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness
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I'm all luminary, despite commentary
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Some people say, Mos how you get so?
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My sign will make you jump around like calypso
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And murmur to yourself like a schizo
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There ain't no bottom on the ???
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Chorus
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[Talib Kweli]
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Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the
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Blackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here
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we
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go...
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We got all markets on lock
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From meat to stock
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Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars
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Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be
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I grab my pay, jump on-stage and deface emcees
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We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon
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Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!
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Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track
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Passin the mic's like quarterbacks
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of course its phat, get off of that!
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Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack
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Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin that
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We just passed the star status that your grabbin at
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My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat
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So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me
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Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna Be
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But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother?
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Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, Claerance
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Carter, Claerance Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)
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Aiyyo, as we rock harder
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And always drop the bonified head nodders
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Aiyyo, later for the hater-players
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Yo-yo, yo-yo, |