Ladies and gentlemen
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Kweli!
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[Hook]
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Won't you stay around with me?...
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And please say the rhyme
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Cause these rappers think that I'm
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In love with your state of mind
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Cause you a favourite of mine
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And I know you on your grind
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I don't want to waste your time
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But baby won't you stay around with me?...
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And let my love (and let my love)
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And let my love
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[Verse 1]
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Kweli you should rap about this, you should rap about that
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Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you
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You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street
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And never ever get your mack on please, how bout you?
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I like the way you're melodic, it's cause you capture hypnotic
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Portraits and seem to make the average exotic
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Probably unite, I know you getting some love, but you can't spit like a thug
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And you a blow, you make a hit for the club, word
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I don't like your voice, I don't like your choice of beats
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It sounds like it's forced, and what was up with "Back Up Offa Me"?
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I ain't like that, man you should get with Hi-Tek
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Now he got nice tracks, them other dudes is type wack
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Yeah, people keeping it coming, I keep it bubbling
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Like the heat from oven boiling the water and the hate
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So they light my fire...
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I got a mic empire, my own label
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I had to emancipate me-me like Mariah...
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At some point I might retire, on some bullshit
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My legacy, horseshit like Mariah's...
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Illest flow found in the game, soothing like the sound of the rain
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It's the dude profound with the fame, I refusing to be sounding the same
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Keeping the verses, deleting the curses, defeating the purpose
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When the people go on strike, I'm in the street with the workers
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Speaking the words from a pulpit like the preachers at churches
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Raise my hand, all the teachers get nervous
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Cause they know I air them out
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And they ain't even really gotta hear me out
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Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior's head like ??
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Clocking like Big Ben, old school slang still find a way to innovate
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Pete Rock got em feeling great, the ladies say
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[Hook]
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Won't you stay around with me?...
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And please say the rhyme
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Cause these rappers think that I'm
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In love with your state of mind
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Cause you a favorite of mine
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And I know you on your grind
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I don't want to waste your time
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But baby won't you stay around with me?...
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And let my love (and let my love)
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And let my love
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[Verse 2]
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Light the tip of the L, this heavyweight rap tipping the scale
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And we never let the system prevail, real picturesque, missing the sale
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Never that, it's forbidden like the candy sisters lifting the veil
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I'm still leading the pack, these cats lacking
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Just because you be having a dragon don't mean you got the fire...
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It ain't nothing to play with, it's sacred
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My pen is the paintbrush, and dipping in paint plus
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Truth, love, joy, anger, hatred and anguish
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That's the spectrum of colours I paint with
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I don't feast at the banquet, cause freedom is the set that I bang with
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Listen the conditions in my slum village is tainted
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I grew through the pavement, like the flower the girl drew in the paper
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The sky bluer and the ?eye's? save you
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The rules of engagement that they use, attitudes of a slave
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Man got me stressed out losing my patience
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The moves that I'm making across waters
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Through contraband that I'm taking across borders
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Information never lost in translation
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Too many new words to be learned, I'm spitting fire giving third degree burns
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Giving them heat stroke, hotter than rocking a P cote
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At ??, all these rappers super like me so, we go
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Back in the days like reminiscing with Pete yo
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Ladies welcome to the Kweli show
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She goes...
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[Hook]
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Won't you stay around with me?...
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And please say the rhyme
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Cause these rappers think that I'm
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In love with your state of mind
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Cause you a favorite of mine
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And I know you on your grind
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I don't want to waste your time
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But baby won't you stay around with me?...
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And let my love (and let my love)
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And let my love
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[Outro]
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Ladies and Gentleman, its Talib Kweli
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Yeah, this Ear Drum y'all
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B-B-B-B-Banging on your ear drum
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We got the incredible Pete Rock on |