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[Intro - Kweli]
7-18 up (c'mon) Talib Kweli, BK MC
it up (yeah)
We 'bout to it low
Baby I got the flow (yeah) to work abdominal (I'm goin in)
It's the lava (yeah) strictly A game
Rock it fast, rock it (whoa)
You got to rock it fast, it slow (whoa, whoa)
Rock it fast, rock it (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 brick road, get it goin yo
Geffen don't the shit up, ship it gold
So I could sell like the whole Jigga catalo'
fact I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and merch' fam
Always get the story accounts first hand (yeah)
nigga, the crack spitter, the black fitted low
Give you bit of information so
You could know what you see it's your time to go
The flow cut glass, crack binary code
You're slow, you need a new career (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, flash 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
Baby I got the flow to work your
(Ladies I I get hot) Like lava flow
Strictly the A game, rock it fast, it slow
(Hop to the beat and stop) Yeah, drop it low
Baby I got the to work your abdominal
(Ladies I know I get hot) lava flow
Strictly the A game, drop it

Kweli]
how we do it all the way live..
I put it down so that I developed a rep (c'mon)
From the punchlines to cave in your delicate
The can test, let's see how jealousy get
I the fear in the air and I could tell he was pet'
Kweli - look in my eyes and you tell I'm a threat
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 can't metal
I pull it out, put it to your head and from the hip
I fired 13 and left 2 in the clip (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
the strip, sunny day sky blue like a Crip (c'mon)
For the rush hour Enuff threw in the mix
Quarter to six, is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh)
To get a screw loose in chick, son she losin her shit (whoa)

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