[Talib Kweli]
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Let's go, let's go, let's, let's
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Let's go, let's go, let's, let's
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Let's go, let's go, let's, let's
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Let's go, let's, c'mon
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[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
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Ask anybody that you bump into
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Who got it poppin when it come to these rhymes (who got it?)
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We got the sound that you jump into
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You automatically pressin rewind (jump up!)
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[Talib Kweli]
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They call him Kwe' for short, really talk to the children
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But too many people feel him and they might, try to kill him
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Try to test me I survive, like your grandma recipe
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(Survive) like a Child with a Destiny
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Survive like a Cuban holdin piece of wood floatin to Miami
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like, Elian Gonzalez cause they back with the family
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Survivin in the streets of Brooklyn, that's where you find me
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Survivin like somebody mommy clutchin a palm tree in a tsunami
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Who woulda thunk that would ever happen?
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Rootin for Kweli cause he brung back clever rappin
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Sister - heads wrapped in fabric of the standard music
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Chicks - with their tits, made of plastic look, dancin to it
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In this arena I balance, your boy stand alone
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and win it cause these rappers is more annoying than camera phones
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Maybe it's me, it could be hard to move me
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But these niggaz got me trippin like a white girl in a horror movie!
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[Interlude]
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Do you like the way he jumped on it?
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Take a step back, you don't want it
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Do you like the way he jumped on it?
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Take a step back, you don't, you don't
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[Chorus]
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[Talib Kweli]
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Yeah... this the one right here, put it on everything
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Drop it heavy then get in the wind like a weather vane
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Let it rain, let it pour, metaphor so let it off
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Like the 38th special edition of "Set it Off"
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Yo the trap, got you blastin your heat
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It's hot ones like shotguns from the passenger seat
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The mic booth, the district where they be packin the meat
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Cause they kept it raw as the jump off, I hop, back on the beat
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Back on the street like an ex-con
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with enough in his pocket for a tip at a restaurant
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It's a cold world, dress warm
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Cuttin through the bullshit record labels and the shady deals
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Ladies feel the beat when they out clubbin like baby seals
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Let me chill out cause the raw image to focus on
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Get back to my point, this joint is jumpin like a circus song
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Yeah, to break it down to the basic components
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They don't want it so I'm runnin out of worthy opponents, whoa
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[Interlude]
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[Chorus]
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[Talib Kweli]
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Even when I be sleepin my brain it keep goin deep inside
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A street poem with rhymes that keep blowin your mind
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with a unique flow and heat showin
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Grown men weepin in the open, tears leak into the ocean
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Today is (Training Day), I passed the test like Ethan Hawk and
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I'm droppin signs like Craig G, or Stephen Hawkins
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Y'all don't rhyme, y'all speak in quotes of MC's that sleep in coffins
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Latchin on like a leech and eatin off 'em, you weak and soft and
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[Chorus]
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[Talib Kweli]
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Jump, jump, jump - Brooklyn jump up
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Jump, jump, jump - Harlem jump up
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Jump, jump, jump - yo, West coast jump up
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Jump, jump, jump - everybody jump up
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Jump, jump, jump - Queens jump up
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Jump, jump, jump - {?} jump up
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Jump, jump, jump - Midwest jump up
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Jump, jump, jump - here we go (everybody like) yeah
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Who Got It
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Talib Kweli |