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[Intro - Kweli]
7-18 stand up (c'mon) 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
it fast, rock it slow (whoa)
You got to rock it fast, it slow (whoa, whoa)
it fast, rock it slow (c'mon, yeah)
You gon' rock it fast, it slow (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!)

[Talib
Black and roll, black hotter flow
At the end of the black road, lets get it goin yo
Geffen don't fuck the shit up, it gold
So I could sell like the whole Jigga back
Matta I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and merch' fam
Always get the story 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 it's time to go
The diamond flow cut glass, crack code
You're kinda slow, you a new career (yeah)
You're kinda old, you to hang the mic up on the wall 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, flash a camera
That's when his girl asked me to dance her - so we gon'

(Hop to the beat and stop) Yeah, drop it low
Baby I got the flow to work your
(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
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)
From the punchlines to in your delicate chest
The fella can test, let's see how get
I the fear in the air and I could tell he was pet'
Kweli - look in my eyes and you could I'm a threat
I wet my throat and get like a pelican's neck
I make a gentleman's bet with my ghetto
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 13 shots and left 2 in the clip (yeah)
I spit the truth, 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 Enuff 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, when we in the off
Baby whatchu wanna get into?
I wanna get in too, bring your too