Talib Kweli-Verse 1
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Like, oh my God, what do we have here?
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My man is on fire like the Ohio Players
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Throw yo' hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me
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The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound cripsy
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Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere, samples is hard to find
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We don't just act divine, we are
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We walkin upright, you lack spine
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I don't just write rhymes
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I send force through pipelines to like minds
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My light shine so bright it do be, vital like lifesigns
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The night time is the right time for a battle so it's special
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when cats don't just say your joint is hot, cats say "Yo I respect you"
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Put yo' fist in the air when you hear the manifesto
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You had any prior doubts to my skills? Time to let go
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Hi-Tek, the beats is right beside the soundgarden
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Tracks get in the vein like heroin the way heads be noddin
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Officially, people love our company like they was misery
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I'm known to blast MC's with the cannon of history
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Specifically the ones who forgot where they come from
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So it's the light that they run from like roaches
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whenever the truth approaches
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I attack the track ferocious, never lose my focus
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Hold this true hip-hop, closest to my heart, and you know this
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Nowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosis
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is to grab the microphone and be the dopest, you can quote this
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Niggaz sound like they injected with collagen
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You followin these hollow men no honor when
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you bite off more than you could chew or could be swallowin
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Sorry man I ain't got no pity for you to wallow in
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Quit hollerin before you get stomped out with my Solomon's
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All the way from Lynn Street, to ?
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Always bringin you hot shit, aiyyo we promisin
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Theme From Hi Tek
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Talib Kweli |