[Hook: Talib Kweli]
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Take your mind on a trip with the traveler
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More spit than you fit days on the calendar
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It's amazing how I blaze all the challengers
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Raise up the bar, raise up the caliber
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[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
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Brooklyn, Where you at? Where you from?
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Whats your name? Who you with?
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You with him? You comin wit?
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We get it high, we 'bout to keep some low
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You looking at a Brooklyn cat that's finna blow
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I'm considered so dangerous
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The cops about to hop out with they gloccs out while you banging this
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You get arrested for molesting my ears
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There's no respect for that in jail, you get molested for years
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Where the record in your skin permanent like tatted tears
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You got tats where I spit at your face, face your fears
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I'm the light facing the deer when he run out on the highway
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You stuck like you in the parked gear in the driveway
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Fuck why these dudes up in here looking sideways
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Killed the game without rhyming or saying I'd do it my way
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I fuck with the mixtapes, record deals, real estate
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Tour dates, more and more plates for the family
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Feel the hate, still feeling great, making fantasies come true;
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When I come through, it's insanity
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
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Rappers is filled with hate like the spit of a bigot
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They thinking smaller than a midget on Jiminy Cricket
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And then I hit them with some shit that's cleverly wicked
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It's an unfortunate event, like Lemony Snicket
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What up, Sonny? Go easy like the bees make honey
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Why give you the cure when the disease make money?
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The fire that forever burn
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When they say your fire that burn out
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Til you're turning in every dollar ever earned
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Some niggas never learn; some niggas get it, though
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I get in the beat like Lee got it parking Indigo
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My record finna go like twenty-four inch rims
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Or two chicks on E, they spinning, nigga, they spinning!
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We winning, we winning; this is straight up and down
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This ain't bullshit they made up, like the face of a clown
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Got they knees buckling from the weight of the sound
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But they fiending, so they leaning when they playing it loud
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[Hook]
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The Traveller
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Talib Kweli |