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

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

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

(Mos Def, Kweli, and background 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
(brown sugar baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
sugar let me see you shake it out

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

(Mos Def)
Yeah, you ain't the street
Look at how we got 'em personally
Sipped on when I get open
Pen on the track like Bishop Don
Or filmed on the World
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I y'all
How many times yo do I got to tell
My next album boy I get killed off, it's y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the deal
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
Brown babe

(Talib Kweli)

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

(Mos Def)
Stop, from the Ivy League
To the blocks the drama is
And they their (?) lit
Just shake it out and to this
And all of it

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

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

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

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

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