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My Punchline want his money
Yo, is a capitalist society
Yo! world, how y'all doin?
Don't be shy, y'all can wave back, man I know y'all see me
Oh you got it?

1: Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli in Japan is mush-mush
Yo, I'm able to keep it fresh like tables and couscous
Got my comp in a deuce-deuce
proof, you want the truth? Nah, you can't handle the truth
I flip it any Angelo, be it Michael- or D'
Paint the ceiling with my sounds, smoke trees melodies
I enter the palace with no malice
If L's make you cough a is recommended
Particularly filled with sticky that I got from
I'm breakin like Amy Fisher breakin' a family
It can be, all so if you let it
If you don't want to, fuck it, forget it, yo, sweat it
You feel little you let the power of the rhythm hit you
White got my eyes Chinese
But as leaves of paper cuttin' your skin
Whenever I with my pen and make a point
be like, "Yeah, that's the joint"
Yo Matt, got the on they DAT
That make it easy to complete 'cause I write shit or without a beat
See you on the like a fish we knock it out, no doubt,
The shit fixed like carols at
So bounce, come on, bounce, on
I you in my sentence and the shit's a run-on
Tokyo, you at?
Brooklyn, you at?

Kweli next to be up, so I you re-up
Or freeze up you hear a shot
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of single MC in earshot
I not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, number one, Ichiban

VERSE 2: Talib
I get my camouflage from
My rhymes are worth the price of
Your like last for one minute like Rice-A-Roni
Son, I'm nice, you're phoney It seems all you want in life's to me
I'm colder than the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy
One and only Kweli from Eternal Reflect
Yo, I come to Tokyo where everything is
So I feel at home, rightin' poems, fightin' clones
Who bite my own style cause they ain't got one, I got drive while you shotgun
Please stop, son I "Get on the Bus" a lot
And all this shabuya has got to I'm just playin'
Japanese culture is amazin', animation is like hair-raisin
Kick selection got no eatin' seaweed, maybe one day I get with it
But when I see I'm smokin', heh, I'm just jokin', really not though
My homie Common me, "Arigato"
My art got no Boundaries Pablo Picasso
Who? You know, you never knew Big up to Ru
See you in the show on the Of the Americas etcetera, etcetera
You get the point, you want hot shit, I got a
Classics, it's the best of Brooklyn, New York City, so we're never comin'
I get love in Japan than "Hello Kitty"
Such a pity, these MC's they hangin' with me
Catch me on Japanese MTV Mos Diddy