| *talking*:
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| Yeah…
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| As we continue on.
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| Yeah (We recordin' in the house)
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| This the soundtrack (In the natural sound)
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| Do not be alarmed (Children playin')
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| Don’t panic, be calm, yeah… (Crickets chirpin')
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| We gon' hit you with… with the words
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| We gon' hit you with the music (We in Fort Greene right now)
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| 'Course we gonna hit you with that Kweli shit
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| One of these days a change gon' come
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| For you and I and our children
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| Where you can live and just have fun
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| Don’t nobody trip on where you come from
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| Everything is good yeah it’s all love
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| It’s freedom in the hood for all to get some
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| It’s every woman to a man
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| To a child to a fam
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| With all us on a higher level of understanding
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| But if it’s gonna take a while I’ll chill
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| I can bask in the glory on that day
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| And if I gotta chill then boy I will
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| It’s no problem for me because yo I be
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| B-Boy position standing here
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| Anticipatin' patiently just waitin'
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| To grind out for my dreams
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| And you (you) can’t stop me boy
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| Listen…
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| Ladies and gentlemen don’t be alarmed
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| This is the soundtrack to what’s goin' on
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| And if you want you can get it
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| I promise you if you let it
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| The rhythm’ll be good to you
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| Yeah, let the rhythm be good to you
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| I promise baby it’ll be so good to you
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| And now, you 'bout to witness the sounds
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| Of these Words, Musiq, and Kweli
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| Community blocks waitin' 'til my opportunity knocks
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| But the door is usually locked because it’s usually cops
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| Most of us wish we had a car and jewelry shop
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| But spend my days trying to fuck or find a movie to watch
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| Talkin' big plans to live large and move from the block
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| Your only options from your moms is to move to ya pops
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| Cigarettes trying to hold on to the few that you got
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| Prices crazy high for you to give up a loosies a lot
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| Areas we from you scared you don’t run
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| Don’t care what you done
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| Be leery of tongue snitchin', hope the jury is hung
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| Tryin' to go from zero to one like a hero becomes
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| While here air in my lungs ideas I share with my sons
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| People down here so shady they could stare at the sun
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| Can’t wait 'til that unemployment check clear once it comes
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| Daily routine, but my only theory when young
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| Was get money, get a job and hope her period comes, just live life
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| Walkin' the block at night I, stopped at a rhyme cipher
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| Circle of rhyme writers broken up by crime fighters
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| They said we loiterin' started orderin' us around
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| We ain’t jump at the sound of they voice
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| They said «Get on the ground!»
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| This cause we black or what?
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| I’m sick of cops harassin' us
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| Probably because we ain’t degrade ourselves fast enough
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| The people passin' us stopped and the cops start actin' right
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| Somebody had my back tonight
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| Off they go in a flash of light
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| You try to see the future take a mental picture of it
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| City life is hard when your apartment don’t fit in your budget
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| You need to get a room like people who kiss in public
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| Plus you tempted just to say «Fuck it» until you kick the bucket
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| There’s more to life than appears it ain’t no crystal stair
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| As nails’ll stick out and snare you and this is crystal clear
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| Ain’t no officials in chairs or fans that scream your name
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| It ain’t a game but it’s still a challenge just the same
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| But if it’s gonna take a while I’ll chill
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| I can bask in the glory on that day
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| And if I gotta chill then boy I will
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| It’s no problem for me because yo I be
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| B-Boy position standing here
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| Anticipatin' patiently just waitin'
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| To grind out for my dream
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| And you (you) can’t stop me boy |