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

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

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

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

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