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Hello everybody, live from somewhere

Lord, Lord mercy
All nice an' an' true, follow me now, we say
Say, "Hi-Tek, yes, rulin' hip hop"
Say, "J. Rawls, yes, you're hip hop"
Redefinition, say, "You're hip hop"
Say, "Black Star, to rock it"

Yo, the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole an' not the half of it, vocals an' not the of it
that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me an' Kweli like Bethlehem an' Nazareth

After this you be rewind on top your master disk
like an asterisk, for all those that be gatherin'
Connectin' like a round house, from the townhouse to the
all my Brooklyn residents, [Incomprehensible] heavy regiments

Don't believe, the evidence, where Brooklyn, see that?
Bound to it all kid, believe that
From where sellin' tree at, to where the police be at
Talib Kweli, E.Kwelity, yo' tell them we be at

Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of
In cash, we trust it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, intense
Tree scents is dominant, be covered with incense

My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Reflection
thinkin' MC is short hand for 'Mis Conception'
Let me meditate, set it straight, to the conclusion
That of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate

Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with body
You must know Karate or your soul is 'Bulletproof' like Sade
actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary
An' you can see your name in the column of obituary

Third rate teacher readin' an' talkin about, "I knew amount to nothin'"
like, "He was the quiet type
Who'd have they was frontin'?"
Talkin' loud like you in R.C.A, get away
With body parts an' trays, what a way to your day, yo, it's like

One, two,
Mos Def an' Kweli
We came to it on to the tip top
Best in hip hop, why oh

I one, two, three
It's kinda to be a emcee
shot Tupac an' Biggie
Too violence in hip hop, why oh

I said Manhattan on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it
So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook, we're livin' at
Plenty be strugglin' not hustlin' an' bubblin'
It about production an' what else we discussin'?

the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin' for perfection ever I was a snot nosed
Colossal, true original B. Boy
Standin' on the rooftop the Zulu Gestapo

You think you the shit, somebody in the wings'll you to quit
It could be your crew or
Or some random kid you smoked Buddha
Consider me the within the industry
a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity

Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be properly
My is in the middle of E.Kwelity
People me an' other cats, they hear him flow
An' assume I'm the real one with lyrics I'm Cyrano

Still sippin', wishin' well, imported from Pluto
Three an' sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, proceed us
In the jungle with the leaders, we the lions, you the

A Cypher will complete us, if we come your receivers
You can play us an' us an' then take us home an' read us
Line for line, good Jesus, Mos Def an'
Just a pussy freeze up, thinkin' of it ease up

One, two,
Mos Def an' Talib
We came to it on to the tip top
alliance in hip hop, why oh

I one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a
They shot an' Biggie
Hold head when the beat drop, why oh