[Intro {Talib Kweli}]
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Whoo
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We on fire tonight
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Whoo
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Yeah, we on fire tonight
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Whoo
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Black Star in the house fo' sho' (Yeah)
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Yo, now everybody go...(C'mon)
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[Intro Chorus {Talib Kweli + Mos Def}]
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Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme)
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Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme, Yeah, Yeah)
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Side to side...
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[Verse 1 {Talib Kweli}]
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'Bout to slap box with the beat
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The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street
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You can see the crack spot in the backdrop
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The heat in the stash box of the black drop
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You wonder why there's more crime
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Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line
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Getting information from the nigga-net
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The trickle-down theory guess it ain't reached niggaz yet
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I make a bigger bet
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Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat
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'Cuz there's hardly any real niggaz left
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What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout
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Living a movie but the audience is walking out
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I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest
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'Til there's only five hard beats left
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It's like a dead man walking
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I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking
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[Chorus]
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Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme)
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Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme)
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[Verse 2 {Mos Def}]
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Yo'
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I got my headphones up like I'm listening close
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Face blank with expression it isn't a joke
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Start fire, sit back and spit its smoke
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To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat
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Mad problems...Take all the niggaz you know
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Add that number up with every nigga you don't
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Final number, some total of the niggaz that won't
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Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style
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What time it is, crew you can hate me now
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And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again
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Buck town republic again
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Writing on the wall trouble again
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Intensify struggle and such
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Killers, Sade lovers deluxe
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Sound garnered, for the wild hearted
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Downtrodden, up-starters
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Young violent, uprising
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Cocaine, and gunpowder
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Up north, or bus crowded
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Daily vibes to thug mountain
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Cold caves or peaks of high
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Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide
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If you wonder why you got so much on your mind
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'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time
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Fall back without recovering time, and time's up
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Brooklyn, put your dimes up
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Verse 3 {Mos Def + Talib Kweli}]
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[Mos Def]
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I put feeling inside of my rap
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Hold it down for my side of the map
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No matter what north, south east or west side of the mat
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Bend a needle on the mind and it's back
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[Talib Kweli]
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Got a problem with that?
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The holler back and the stars is black
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We the New Era you just a Starter cap
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Find out what happens when the artist in tact
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Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that
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[Mos Def]
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Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think
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Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink
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You a vessel that's promised to sink
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Terra Firma ain't as hard as you think
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Stare down, and you starting to blink
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[Talib Kweli]
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Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who
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Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food
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I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth
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And spit out the truth
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'Til the cops come and spray the booth
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Outro {Talib Kweli + Mos Def}]
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Its all right with you its all right with me
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Do the damn thing what you wanna be (Supreme, Supreme)
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That's right, that's right that's right that's right
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That's right, that's right that's right that's right (Supreme, Supreme)
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[Repeated 3X More]
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[Talking]
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Supreme Supreme
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Talib Kweli |