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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 uh- you know (hey)
You know what 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 honeys it out, she got me mesmerized
With your black and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, feel feet tap on the ground
a *nigga* come back like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really the platinum, get down
You'll be it out, straight backin 'em down
With hand on your mouth
And baby girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave puttin in the brow
On job, all workin it out
I like how you purse, skirt, and the blouse
Around the way, straight out the house
You laid 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, that we for a bit
But your ass wanna
Walkin all fast like you can't
I need somebody to get passionate
You just assume that I be on supermasculine *shit*
Crackin the whip just to shut you you and your lip
I just be my light and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip on the tragically hit
Sippin on some fashionably *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 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)
Brown let me see you shake it out

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

(Mos Def)
Yeah, you burnin the street
at how we got 'em personally thiefed
Sipped on when I get open
Pen strollin on the track like Don
Or filmed on the World
slow, no joke, one draw I kill y'all
How many yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next album boy I get killed off, it's y'all
We big merger, you act you know the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
Brown sugar

(Talib Kweli)

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

(Mos Def)
Stop, from the Ivy League
To the blocks where the is
And they keepin (?) 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 said 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
(I said come 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 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)