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(Mos Def (Talib Kweli))
We here, we here, we (yes yes yes yes)
Fire (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We roll from uh- you (hey)
You what time it is (get your hand out my)
You know what it, uh
Black Star, on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

(Mos Def)
Yo check it out, she got me mesmerized
With your black and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel your tap on the ground
Make a come back like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he promising the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, backin 'em down
With hand on your mouth
And damn girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave puttin in the brow
On your job, all it out
I how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the blouse
the way, comin straight out the house
You just on the couch
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

(Talib Kweli)
Baby's was immaculate
Sweet like my kiss in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, we chat for a bit
But ass wanna diss
Walkin all fast like you can't
I need somebody to get with
You just assume that I be on supermasculine *shit*
Crackin the just to shut you you and fasten your lip
I just be shinin my light and they be in it
I go out dip trip on the tragically hit
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably *shit*
Black Star in the building and it hasta be
BK still *nigga* pass me the *shit*, what

(Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers)
(what up)
You got it (come on ma)

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown let me see you shake it out
Stop (brown baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
Brown let me see you shake it out

(Talib Kweli)
Yeah, go out to the cats
Be workin for weeks to purchase a
I'm with my people to cease, it's curtains for peace
Certain keeps spurs to their knees I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a deceased
We don't play, my man Kanye the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of
It's how I'm +disturbin the peace+

(Mos Def)
Yeah, you burnin the street
Look at how we got 'em thiefed
on when I get open Henny
Pen strollin on the track Bishop Don
Or filmed on the Real
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I y'all
How many times yo do I got to y'all?
My album boy I get killed off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act like you the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me hear
sugar babe

(Talib Kweli)

Nubian girls to this (whoo)
Black Star rock the metropolis
Brooklyn and you know we pocket it
Star got the whole world watchin it

(Mos Def)
Stop, from the Ivy colleges
To the where the drama is
And keepin their (?) lit
Just shake it out and respond to
And all of it

(Mos Def, Kweli, and background singers)
Stop (uh on)
You got it (I come on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we said on)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake it out)
Stop (brown baby)
You got it
Stop (I said on)
You got it (look at you)

You got it (brown lemme see you shake it out)
(huh yeah)
(come on ma)
(come on ma)

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star start it)
Stop (come on ma) (02 yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)