| Haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be careful
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| I mean that ain’t your average, garden variety
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| Run of the mill gangster bullshit
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| Y’all hardcore, but you got a edge
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| Just look at ya, together
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| You, you little black stovepipe colored nigga
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| You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey
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| The man that brought self love
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| To the black consciousness movement of the 1930s
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| And now when we speak about complexion
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| We move into (???) of where y’all comin from
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| Yeah, red boned, variety covered
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| Genie in a bottle lookin motherfucker
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| You are the same complexion as Malcolm X
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| Ooh I’m tellin you you brothers you’re gonna be large
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| But like I said, you gotta be careful
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| See, cuz you are tellin the truth
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| (Talib Kweli)
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| Me and my man came out to put it down
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| Yeah, we bout to do it all over again
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| Here we go
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| A lotta cats like to get on the microphone and front
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| They say they rollin the paper like they ran outta blunts
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| Tell ya how much the Soundscan of the month
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| The man tell you to just do it
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| We never let the man take advantage of us
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| You get props off the diamonds you rented
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| I get my props off the rhymes I invented
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| Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
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| Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked your ass with class
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| And we still take it to Brooklyn when we ready to splash
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| Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast
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| I’m all ready to last, I stay hungry like I’m ready to fast
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| Married to the movement like a (???)
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| The rhyme veteran
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| You actin real bitch right now like a lesbian thespian
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| Since they let me in the back I’ve been droppin you
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| (???), stay fresh and clean like hospitals
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| In the war the Cris' poppin, the wallet to wrist watches
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| You ever think the wrist is watchin you
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| That’s why the cops is stoppin you
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| Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
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| Your cell phone transmittin radiation through your ear
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| Your 2-Way is way too new and obsolete next year
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| Navigational system show you how to get there
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| And you ain’t think about how you got here
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| Do you know where you are?
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| What happened today? |
| Back in the day they used to follow the stars
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| Spillin so much you gotta catch it in bottles and jars
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| And make MCs eat their words and swallow their bars
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| Oh my god
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| (Talib Kweli and background singer)
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| Kweli and I’m (bright as the stars that shine)
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| Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (that's what I’m talkin about, yeah)
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| Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (and you notice, yo)
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| We keep hip hop (bright as the stars)
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| (Mos Def)
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| Uh it’s me (who?) Mos, the most beautiful, plain and unusual
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| Black Star rockin with that hot shit you’re movin to
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| Massively musical that creep into your tuner to
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| The top of the dial shit, that you don’t know my style shit
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| It’s what them Brooklyn niggas stay on foul wit'
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| No matter what the scene is surroundin
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| Yo, whether I’m on the grind or loungin
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| I’m live and he say that I’m foundin
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| Must suffer all the niggas I’m down wit'
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| This announcement gon' keep the ghetto bouncin
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| Where people find pleasure in measurements and ounces
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| Midwest, big stress is more houses
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| Down South slangin the twang that it’s pronounced in
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| East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin
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| Black Star got the shit they all get down wit'
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| Don’t tell me you gonna seen or been around in
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| (Mos Def) Terror stricken on your block
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| I am the mucher worker with the hottest hand
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| I keep it cookin like pots and pans
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| I know that haters got their plots and scams
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| But they simply can’t stop my clan
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| It’s mighty Mos and super Kwa, my man
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| Black Star my fam
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| About to move on the hearts of man
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| Until a small heart of hearts expand
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| Newer day, dog start the jam
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| And I spit flame that spark the jam
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| Heavy hittin shit across the fence
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| In other words I’m of the wall with this
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| I drop heavy jewels and ornaments
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| To make 'em shine a little more with this
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| (Talib Kweli and background singer)
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| Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| Kweli is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (I wanna hear the guitar)
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| We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (yeah, come on, yeah)
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| We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (yeah, what we do, what we do, yo)
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| We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (yeah, Brooklyn, uh)
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| Keep hip hop (bright as the stars)
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| And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (come on, everybody in the house tonight, yeah)
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| And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (yeah, take it with me now, uh)
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| And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (yeah, I’m feelin this one, come on)
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| And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
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| (how we do it yall, uh)
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| (bright as the stars that shine) |