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

Verse 1: Kweli
Kweli Ichiban in Japan is mush-mush
Yo, I'm able to keep it fresh like veggie and couscous
Got my comp in a catch
Livin proof, you want the truth? Nah, you 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 no malice intended
If L's you cough a chalice is recommended
Particularly filled with sticky that I got from
I'm breakin mics like Amy Fisher breakin' a
It can be, all so if you let it
If you don't want to, fuck it, forget it, yo, don't it
You feel little you let the power of the rhythm hit you
White widow got my Chinese
But sharp as leaves of paper cuttin' your
Whenever I write my pen and make a point
be like, "Yeah, that's the joint"
Yo Matt, got the on they DAT
That it easy to complete 'cause I write shit with or without a beat
See you on the hook like a we knock it out, no doubt,
The shit fixed carols at Christmas
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 to be up, so I suggest you re-up
Or freeze up like you a shot
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of every MC in earshot
I fear not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, one, Ichiban

2: Talib Kweli
I get my camouflage from
My rhymes are worth the of Sony
Your light like last for one like Rice-A-Roni
Son, I'm nice, you're phoney It all you want in life's to know me
I'm colder than when the ground's covered ice and it's snowy
One and only Talib Kweli Eternal Reflect
Yo, I come to Tokyo where everything is
So I feel right at home, rightin' poems, 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 like amazin', animation is hair-raisin
Kick got no limit eatin' seaweed, maybe one day I get with it
But when I see weed I'm smokin', heh, I'm just jokin', really not
My homie told me, "Arigato"
My art got no like Pablo Picasso
Who? You don't know, you never Big up to Ru
See you in the show on the Avenue Of the etcetera, etcetera
You get the point, you hot shit, I got a plethora
Classics, it's the best of Brooklyn, New City, so we're never comin' shitty
I get more love in than "Hello Kitty"
Such a pity, these MC's think hangin' with me
Catch me on Japanese MTV with Mos