| You wanna battle, I don’t think so
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| Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli
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| It’s wanna battle, rock with main flow
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| San Diego, come on
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| Kweli, running through you town
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| Hunting you down
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| Fronting you down
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| This fucking clown
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| Try to come around for a pound
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| White boy with a backpack
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| Overheard talking about how Blackstar was whack
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| Hi-tek tracks was flat, try to give me some dap
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| Said I’m in his top five
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| Emcees he’d love to see perform live
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| He said, Krs was the best, Redman came second
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| He said he liked Super Nat but he don’t like his records
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| The Roots was the best live as far as group
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| Mos Def’s alright, but what’s up with his leather suit
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| I see him on stage singing and doing rock covers
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| .Fucking Cocksucker
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| First thing I said is get the fuck out my face
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| Asshole probably think it’s got something to with race
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| My crew is game tight, spell the name right on the marquee
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| Fucking with us yo it ain’t like nobody? |
| dealing with culture
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| Stealing the show from the big name rapper whose career is over
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| And year after year he appear, as long as the hits are there, right?
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| Record or not, I’m a still be here
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| In the range rov, with main flow
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| Bumping the same dro
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| Rain flows on these b-boy heads like Kangols
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| African, call and response
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| You’re not a purist, your pure shit
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| You don’t preserve the culture, you disturb it
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| Niggas try to rhyme but couldn’t fuck with the eternalist
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| Too much into? |
| herb and shit? |
| so you became a journalist
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| Murdered this bitch and then I dragged him back to Brooklyn
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| Main, I’m going out to the pub, good-lookin
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| You wanna battle, I don’t think so
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| Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli
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| It’s wanna battle, rock with main flow
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| Brooklyn, come on
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| Yo, backpackin poppin
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| Wonder when the axe droppin
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| Stacks poppin, reason keep the tracks hoppin
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| To the whack rap cats that act scared tonight
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| Cats prepare to fight like Dr. Dre and Eric Wright
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| Trying to keep me dry later for? |
| sneaky guy
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| Niggas that keep me high, rest in peace to Freaky tye
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| Live in die for this hiphop, forget cops, tip-top
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| Pulling your cards like gift shops
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| Round robin, some niggas out trying to clown common
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| They even ask me why I didn’t drop on soundbombing
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| Or the Blackstar Train of Thought lounge shit
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| You fake-ass cats know who I’m down with
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| Big like big as the sun, big like military guns
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| Like L and Big Pun
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| When I flex grands, moving all through the next fans
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| Peace to Trouble T sugar shot from X-clan
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| Mark it D, hip-hops a part of me
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| Dark as me, sit back and spark a tree
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| With Kwa siggy, flowing reason shits not jiggy
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| Who shot my niggy world wiggy like Pac and Biggy
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| You wanna battle, I don’t think so
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| Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli
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| It’s wanna battle, rock with Main Flow |