| Yeah, this that new Kweli
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| I’mma give it to you before the bootleggers get hold of
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| It
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| I figure I put it out first, make some money wit' it
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| Why not, right?
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| Okay, 1−2
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| Yo I’m Brooklyn like the '90s
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| Brownsville and Bushel keep it grimey
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| When I’m from flatbush that’s where you’ll find me
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| In Brooklyn, Tek wit' Justin and Sadat
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| And Free and Sid from ???
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| Always catch me wit' Juju and Rubiks, we was truant kids
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| Dollar band nooseses
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| Jump bell, run, and never look back
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| Mr. Man kept the hammer in his bookbag
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| Rubiks introduced me to Black and Forte
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| DJ Enuff on Avenue K I go back a long way
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| Wit' Super Nat in Washington Square freestylin' everyday
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| Peformin' at Lyricists' Lounge who ate off Jean Grae
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| Fuckin' wit' Mood is how I met Hi-Tek
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| Black Star came in effect when Elijah gave my tape to Mos Def
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| Reflection Eternal was next on deck
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| My crew the best and we proved it
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| We knew our music was the Vanguard of a movement
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| Every Rawkus release was bangin', they on the come up
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| They was like fuck the radio 'til Pharoahe said «Get the fuck up»
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| Flex listened, jabbin' at Bryant
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| The next position was right about now we need the
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| Radio hit written
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| While I hit the road
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| On tour to support the records since the day it was sold
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| Corey had me followin' the example of De La Soul
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| Common and The Roots to me these the sickest niggas
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| Get my figures wit' the Okayplayers and the Spitkickers
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| Rawkus got a deal with MCA, this the gray area
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| The letters stand for Music Cemetery of America
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| They tried to fool you by switchin' the name to Geffen
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| Now they Interscope’s bitch and every artist who had a chance left 'em
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| Ain’t no big surprise, wasn’t no love there
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| Jimmy Iovine never signed me, I just kinda ended up there
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| But fuck that, literally it was my way or the highway
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| Hit the road with the Beastie Boys and toured Europe with Kanye
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| Gotta thank 'em for the love on the album
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| I knew out on «Electric Circus»
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| He’d get it by any means necessary like Malcolm
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| I dropped a single, shot a video, took control of my situation
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| Got a label poppin', it’s a celebration (bitches)
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| Yo boy Free I had to get out
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| I put you on, that’s where I’m at right about now
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| And if you’re sayin' it’s my time, you right about now
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| This what’s goin' through my mind right about now
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| Hey yo, hey yo, it’s time to write about now
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| And if you lookin' you can find it right about now
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| I put you on, that’s where I’m at right about now
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| This what’s goin' through my mind right about now
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| Yo, hey yo, it’s time to write about now
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| And if you lookin' you can find it right about now
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| That’s right bitches, Talib Kweli
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| One of the baddest motherfuckers you’ve ever seen
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| That’s right bitches, Talib Kweli
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| You’re now rockin' with the best! |
| I said it
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| The best! |
| The best!
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| That’s right bitches
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| You’re now rockin' with the best! |
| The best!
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| Talib Kweli
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| Where’s-Where's my snares? |
| Talib Kweli
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| Where’s-Where's my snares? |