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

Kweli]
Black rock and roll, black hotter
At the end of the black road, lets get it goin yo
Geffen don't fuck the up, ship it gold
So I sell like the whole Jigga back catalo'
Matta fact I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and fam
get the story straight accounts first hand (yeah)
That nigga, the crack spitter, the fitted low
you that bit of information so
You could know what you see it's your time to go
The diamond flow cut glass, crack binary
You're slow, you need a new career (yeah)
You're kinda old, you to hang 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 and run to Canada, flash like a camera
That's when his asked me to dance with her - so we gon'

(Hop to the beat and stop) Yeah, drop it low
I got the flow to work your abdominal
(Ladies I know I get hot) Like flow
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 work 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 down so hard that I a rep (c'mon)
the punchlines to cave in your delicate chest
The can test, let's see how jealousy get
I smell the fear in the air and I tell he was pet'
Kweli - in my eyes and you could tell I'm a threat
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 detect
I it out, put it to your head and shoot from the hip
I fired 13 and left 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 abusin whip
the strip, sunny day sky blue 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 screw loose in your chick, son she her shit (whoa)

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