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[Intro - Kweli]
7-18 up (c'mon) Talib Kweli, BK MC
it up (yeah)
We to drop it low
Baby I got the flow (yeah) to work your abdominal (I'm in)
It's the lava flow (yeah) A game
Rock it fast, rock it (whoa)
You got to rock it fast, rock it (whoa, whoa)
Rock it fast, it slow (c'mon, yeah)
You gon' it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!)

[Talib
rock and roll, black hotter flow
At the end of the black brick road, get it goin yo
don't fuck the shit up, ship it gold
So I sell like the whole Jigga back catalo'
Matta fact I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and fam
Always get the story straight accounts first (yeah)
nigga, the crack spitter, the black fitted low
Give you bit of information so
You could know you see when it's your time to go
The diamond flow cut glass, binary code
You're kinda slow, you a new career (yeah)
You're kinda old, you need to hang the mic up on the wall like a
Don't the mangers, "Be All You Can Be"
Join the Army Canibus, niggaz avoidin me
like the draft and run to Canada, like a camera
when his girl asked me to dance with her - so we gon'

(Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, it low
Baby I got the flow to work abdominal
(Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava
Strictly the A game, rock it fast, it slow
(Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, it low
Baby I got the to work your abdominal
(Ladies I know I get hot) lava flow
Strictly the A game, it fast

[Talib
how we do it all the way live..
I put it down so hard I developed a rep (c'mon)
From the punchlines to cave in your delicate
The fella can test, see how jealousy get
I smell the fear in the air and I tell he was pet'
Kweli - look in my eyes and you could tell I'm a
I wet my throat and get bent like a neck
I make a gentleman's bet my ghetto connect
And got a .9 in my mind you can't metal
I pull it out, put it to your head and from the hip
I fired 13 shots and 2 in the clip (yeah)
I the truth, that's it, I'm not confused one bit (c'mon)
I'm so New York City streets that I'm your whip
Cruisin the strip, sunny day sky blue like a (c'mon)
For the rush hour Enuff threw in the mix
Quarter to six, is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh)
To get a screw in your chick, son she losin her shit (whoa)

- 4x]
Check me out, yeah, yeah,
Get your ass up on the dance
No we don't stop, we in the dance off
girl whatchu wanna get into?
I get in too, bring your friends too