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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 from uh- you know (hey)
You know time it is (get your hand out my)
You know time 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 hair and fat ass WOW
over, feel your feet tap on the ground
Make a *nigga* come back like "What's now?"
he really promising the platinum, get down
You'll be backin it out, backin 'em down
your hand on your mouth
And damn girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave curves in the brow
On your job, all it out
I like how you purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, comin out the house
You just on the couch
Make a cat pause and be "Wow"

(Talib Kweli)
Baby's body was
Sweet like my first in the back of the flick
I have to insist, miss, that we for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all fast like you stop
I somebody to get passionate with
You assume that I be on that supermasculine *shit*
Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten 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*
Star in the building and it hasta be sick
BK still smokin *nigga* 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 sugar let me see you 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)
Brown sugar let me see you it out

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

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

(Talib Kweli)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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