| We fantastic, flippin' on tracks like gymnastics
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| Small brats get they ass kicked, me and Mos smash it
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| Top gun like what comes after the fist rockin' knife
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| Check the keys that get played on the roads of life
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| Yo, the rhyme is so heavy like a load of my chest
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| Travel on these MC’s, leave 'em broken like house pets
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| Priceless like the streets I’m on, my word is born
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| You like Paula Abdul-ka-ka compared to Sarah Born?
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| Sayin', «What did I do to be so black and blue?»
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| MC’s sayin', «Damn what got it goin' after you»
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| Slam my microphone and do just what I have to do
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| Aiyo, I’d like to stop and chat but I’m just passing through
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| You know, I’d like to stop and chat but I’m just passing through
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| I’m on my way back to Louis Avenue
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| Inside Brooklyn the boy capital, lot of cats travel to black erratical
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| Say, my response is invatically yes
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| We invatically fresh, you dramatically stressed
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| These MC’s proceed to cease the presidential palace
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| And burn Babylon like a
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| Strive to maintain balance
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| With the God given talent
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| Articulate the article, eliminate the fossical
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| Black Star Line shine remarkable, they style ain’t even talkable
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| These so called criminals is fictional, they make the party turn miserable
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| We document the memorable
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| Then break 'em up like syllables
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| Straight down to earth like minerals
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| Your style is foul like down chemicals, we five-dimensional
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| Audio, visual, physical, spiritual, lyrical, another world
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| Another world, y’all, we transmit another world
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| Another world, y’all, we transmit another world
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| Another world, y’all, we transmit another world
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| Black Star 'bout to shine from what
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| Yo Mos, ain’t it a shame how these people treating life like a game
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| Ain’t gonna give you no fame by callin' out your name
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| Just explain how I do it and lead by example
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| Stay away from repetition don’t wanna sound like no sample
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| You can’t handle this Messiah
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| My shit is classical we get bug' like Umfufu, «You treat me like animal»
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| Just 'cause you got money, don’t mean you made it
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| Just 'cause you make it don’t give you the right to be a
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| Matter fact stay out my face, I can’t take it like them stupid big horse bills
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| Your defense is nil, my chatter, shatter your forcefield
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| Kweli and Mos Definition with more lines then a petition
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| Yo, my mission is to break shit in half like intermission
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| Then get missin' with Hi-Tech or anyone like that
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| Costin' one million pounds 'cause it sound so fat, lay you flat
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| Like the carpet, take the tobacco out my spliff before you spark it
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| The only tye I rock is chocolate
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| Makin' profits like Spacely Sprockets, you can’t stop it
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| The topic, we always gonna be black like markets
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| From the underground, look around and tell me what you see
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| Another picture painted perfectly by yours truly
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| Another world, y’all, say what, another world
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| Another world, y’all, say what, another world
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| Travellin' through time and space on the the Black Star galactica
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| Yo, another world, 'nother, 'nother, 'nother, 'nother, 'nother world
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| Never, never, never soap opera
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| Whether you, Indian, Dominican, Jamaican or Bolivian
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| No matter what disc recorder or part of town you livin' in
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| I recommend you listenin' to these distinguished gentlemen
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| Who take the proper measurement to represent
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| The solo’s chrome is known to built on
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| Gleam on the measurement, Master MC carpentry
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| Talib Kwa, the Kweli in quality, put the groundation down properly
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| You can’t trespass the property, ain’t takin' or breakin', robbery
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| Got the whole owner blast-back policy
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| Follow me, descendant of the grand master armory
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| Where cats rock the Wallabe and Kangols, MC’s exchange flows
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| The same goes on, they’ll be here when we gone
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| Hope they heart stay strong for the other world
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| The other world y’all, say what, another world
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| Another, 'nother, 'nother, 'nother, say what, another world
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| 'Nother, 'nother, 'nother |