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

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

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

Kweli]
how we do it all the way live..
I put it down so hard I developed a rep (c'mon)
the punchlines to cave in your 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 a pelican's neck
I make a gentleman's bet with my connect
And got a .9 in my mind you metal detect
I pull it out, put it to your head and from the hip
I fired 13 shots and 2 in the clip (yeah)
I spit the truth, that's it, I'm not one bit (c'mon)
I'm so New City streets that I'm abusin your whip
Cruisin the strip, sunny day sky like a Crip (c'mon)
For the rush hour threw this in the mix
Quarter to six, Amadeus is producin the (oh, oh, oh)
To get a loose 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, we in the dance off
Baby whatchu wanna get into?
I wanna get in too, bring your too