Yeah
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Now here we go
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Here we go (come on come on)
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Now here we go
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Here we go (come on come on)
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Yeah
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[Talib Kweli]
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Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted
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My name's honored cause my style is insane retarded
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Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas
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Take game farther than the put-put planes charted
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The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest
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My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise
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All city like train bombers
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Check out the pictures we painted (yeah)
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More colorful than Kelis naked
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Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited
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Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "The Basement"
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Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking
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They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken
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You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin
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Make pigeons say, "Uh uh, no they didn't!"
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Yes we did so god bless the kid yo
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I got my own so I never stress his no
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[Chorus]
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In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
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Am I eternal.. or an eternalist?
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Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness
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As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas burn to this
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Here we go
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Come on
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Yeah yeah (yeahhh)
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Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on)
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Yeah yeah
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Come on come on
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[Talib Kweli]
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Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain
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We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain
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Runaways get aboard the train (come on)
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You can't ignore the pain (no)
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When it come down like the pouring rain
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Caught the Train of Thought it clanked across the raw terrain
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The cold weather break your spirit like a water main
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I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame
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Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains
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No you can't imagine a future where this all can change
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If one of us ain't free then we all to blame
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So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang
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It's all the same across the board we fall for game
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You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name
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Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine
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I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame
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You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes
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Yo
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[Chorus x2]
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And there it is (yeah)
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Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
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Come on
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Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
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Yeahh
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Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
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Yo yo yo
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Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what
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[Talib Kweli]
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I rock for the purists and I rock for the players
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I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on)
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I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah)
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I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah)
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Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write (yeah)
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Since the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike (come on)
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Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah)
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Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word)
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Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight
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The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light
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We dying in spite of getting rich
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That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee
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Battling the tragedies and fallacies
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That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality
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They acting like whats going on now is distant reality
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Behaving so casually that they become a casualty
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Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway
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They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray
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Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!"
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Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day
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[Chorus x2
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Check me out
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yeah yeah
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yeah yeah
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yeah yeah [fades]
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