[Intro: Mos Def]Looooord... Lord have mercyAll nice and decent crew, follow me now, we saySay Hi-Tek, yes, you're ruling hip-hopSay J. Rawls, yes, you're ruling hip-hopRedefinition say you're ruling hip-hopSay Black Star come to rock it non[Verse 1: Mos Def]Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionateThe whole and not the half of it, forecast and aftermath of itProjectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shitMe and Kweli close like Bethlehem and NazarethAfter this you be pressing rewind on top your master diskShining like an asterisk for all those that be gatheringConnecting like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenementsCause all my Brooklyn residents, known as heavy regimentsDon't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn? (Whoa)See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe thatFrom where they sell they tree at, to where the police be atTalib Kweli, e-Kweli-ty, yo, tell 'em where we be at[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]Brooklyn, New York City, where they paint murals of BiggieIn cash we trust, cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look prettyWhat a pity – blunts is still fifty cents, it's intenseTree scents is dominant can't be covered with incenseMy presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal ReflectionPeople thinking MC is short hand for misconceptionLet me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusionThat most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrateWalking the streets is like battling, be careful with your bodyYou must know karate and think your soul is bulletproof like SadeStop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionaryAnd maybe you can see your name in the column of obituariesThird grade teacher reading and talking about"I knew he'd amount to nothing"Neighbors like, "He was the quiet typeWho'd have thought they was fronting?"Talking loud like you on RCAGet carted away with body parts and traysWhat a way to start your day, yo it's like[Hook]One, two, threeMos Def and Talib KweliWe came to rock it on to the tip-topBest alliance in hip-hop, Y-OI said one, two, threeIt's kind of dangerous to be an MCThey shot 2Pac and BiggieToo much violence in hip-hop, Y-O[Verse 3: Mos Def]I said Manhattan keep on making it, Brooklyn keep on taking itSo relax we're taking it back, Red Hook where we're living atPlenty cats be struggling not hustling and bubblingIt ain't about production and – what else we discussing?When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flowsStriving for perfection ever since I was a snot-noseColossal! True original b-boy apostleStanding on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]You think you the shitSomebody in the wings'll force you to quitIt could be your crew or cliqueOr some random kid you smoked buddha withConsider me the entity within the industry without a historyOf spitting the epitome of stupidityLiving my life, expressing my liberty, it gotta be done properlyMy name is in the middle of equalityPeople follow me, and other cats they hear 'em flowAnd assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano[Verse 5: Mos Def]Still sipping wishing well water, imported from PlutoThree hundred and sixty milliliters for all the believersIn miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed usIn the jungle with the leaders, we them lions, you the cheetahsOur cypher, will complete us as we come through your receiversYou can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us(Line for line) Good Jesus! Mos Def and Kweli justMake a pussy freeze up; think it over, ease up [Hook]One, two, threeMos Def and Talib KweliWe came to rock it on to the tip-topBest alliance in hip-hop, Y-OI said one, two, threeIt's kind of dangerous to be an MCThey shot 2Pac and BiggieToo much violence in hip-hop, Y-O
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