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

Verse 1: Kweli
Talib Kweli 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 the truth? Nah, you can't handle the truth
I it like any Angelo, be it Michael- or D'
Paint the with my sounds, smoke trees with melodies
I enter the with no malice intended
If L's make you cough a is recommended
Particularly filled with sticky I got from Manny
I'm mics 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 when you let the power of the hit you
White widow got my eyes
But sharp as leaves of paper cuttin' your
Whenever I write with my pen and a point
Y'all be like, "Yeah, the joint"
Yo Matt, got the track on DAT
That make it easy to complete 'cause I write shit with or a beat
See you on the hook like a fish we it out, no doubt,
The shit fixed like at Christmas
So bounce, come on, bounce, on
I lock you in my sentence and the shit's a
Tokyo, you at?
Brooklyn, you at?

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

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