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

(Talib Kweli)
Baby's body was
Sweet my first 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 stop
I need somebody to get passionate
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 casually dip on the tragically hit
Cosmopolitans on some fashionably *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 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, go out to the cats
Be for weeks to purchase a piece
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, curtains for peace
keeps spurs to their knees like I'm chirpin with Tweet
Rhymes sicker than the pervert that flirt with his
Stop, the track lay in a hearse
We don't play, my man Kanye murdered the
Yo the rhymin's on me, coutesy of
It's +ludacris+ how I'm +disturbin the

(Mos Def)
Yeah, you burnin the street
Look at how we got 'em personally
Sipped on when I get Henny
Pen strollin on the track like 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 next album boy I get killed off, it's real
We big merger, you act you know the deal y'all
Brooklyn, stand up and let me y'all
Brown babe

(Talib Kweli)

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

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

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

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

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

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star doin 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)