| What we gon' do?
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| We gon' work, we gon' play, we gon' lead the way
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| We gon' say everything that we need to say
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| Then get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves away
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| And seize the day, it’s like we’re throwin' our seeds away
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| That ain’t for me to say, right? |
| It ain’t got to be this way
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| We gon' take charge, make gods out of men
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| We gon' raise bars, show y’all how to win
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| Hit the rally, hit the riot, get the party started
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| Respect the word, you herbs, it’s the Kwelity artist
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| Who solemnly promise my knowledge will demolish your college
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| And minus your scholarship acknowledge the dollars
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| And want me to payola, man I don’t even know that broad
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| I’m takin' over, keep it fresh like bakin' soda
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| In your fridge, I keep it Brooklyn like Jamaican soda, escovitch
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| That’s how it is, and everything is everything
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| Time to move on to better things
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| Kwelity, in the club is probably where Kweli be
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| Steadily ignoring all the policies
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| No ID, rockin' shorts and tees
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| VIP, puffin' all sorts of trees
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| You must mistake me for one of them soft emcees
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| I ain’t like the rest you often see, get off of me, yo
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| Everybody, gimme my space
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| Everybody take four steps back
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| Somebody gon' get hurt
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| All fun and games 'til someone lose an eye or something
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| I ain’t playin' with y’all
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| Everybody in the house, back up, back up and gimme my space
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| There’s enough room in here for everyone to eat
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| Everyone to breathe, everyone to live
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| We can all get it if we get it together
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| Know what I mean, yo?
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| Come on, gimme my space
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| Just rock to this
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| Just rock to that
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| Everybody in the house, back up, back up and gimme my space
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| Come on, just rock to this… |