[Talib Kweli]
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Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word...) So we
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figurin', if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y'know what I'm sayin?
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(True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
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So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch...
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[Jane Doe]
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Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
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Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine
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My affirmations kill emcees like assasination
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Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
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Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
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Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
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My vocab expand like a rubber band
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Walkin' nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
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Niggaz just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season
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And scar these rappers like legion
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It's treason, my suspension attract attention
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I'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detention
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Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe
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Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
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You don't know, this is just half my potential
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Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
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It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
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They bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogen
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Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up
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When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!
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[Wordsworth]
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Yo...get it...yo
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Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies
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The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
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But here is some'n the cryin' talk about
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The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
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That led to God and Satan's fallin' out
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Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
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On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
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Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
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Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes
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Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock
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So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
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Rain of acid drops, seek some help
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Now don't rewind, get it the first time,
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Shouldn't have to repeat myself
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Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
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In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
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Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
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Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
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Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils
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Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what...
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[Talib Kweli]
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My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
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Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
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Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
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Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
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I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
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My fascination with character assassination,
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Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation
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We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
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Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
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So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)
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My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos
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So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
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Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
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And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
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Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
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Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
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See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
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Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
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Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimus
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You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
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You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus
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Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
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Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
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But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
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I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'
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CHORUS:
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[Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know,
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yo!)
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Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)
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[Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee
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We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree
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[Punchline]
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Check it...
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I keep dough in my pocket w |