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

Kweli]
Black and roll, black hotter flow
At the end of the black brick road, get it goin yo
Geffen don't fuck the up, ship it gold
So I could sell the whole Jigga back catalo'
Matta fact I'm tryin to out, concerts and merch' fam
get the story straight accounts first hand (yeah)
That nigga, the spitter, the black fitted low
you that bit of information so
You could know what you see when your time to go
The diamond flow cut glass, crack code
kinda slow, you need a new career (yeah)
You're kinda old, you need to the mic up on the wall like a souvenir
blame the mangers, "Be All You Can Be"
Join the Army like Canibus, 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 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, rock it
(Hop to the and then stop) Yeah, drop it low
Baby I got the flow to work your
(Ladies I I get hot) Like lava flow
Strictly the A game, drop it

[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 your delicate
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 I'm a threat
I wet my throat and get bent like a neck
I a gentleman's bet with my ghetto connect
And got a .9 in my mind you can't detect
I pull it out, put it to your and shoot from the hip
I fired 13 shots and left 2 in the (yeah)
I spit the truth, that's it, I'm not one bit (c'mon)
I'm so New York City streets I'm abusin your whip
Cruisin the strip, day sky blue like a Crip (c'mon)
For the hour Enuff threw this in the mix
Quarter to six, is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh)
To get a screw loose in your chick, son she losin her (whoa)

- 4x]
Check me out, yeah, yeah,
Get ass up on the dance floor
No we stop, when we in the dance off
Baby girl whatchu wanna get
I wanna get in too, your friends too