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My nigga 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 can't see me
Oh you got it?

Verse 1: Talib
Talib Ichiban in Japan is mush-mush
Yo, I'm able to keep it fresh like tables and couscous
Got my comp in a catch
Livin proof, you want the truth? Nah, you can't handle the
I flip it like any Angelo, be it or D'
Paint the ceiling my sounds, smoke trees with melodies
I enter the palace with no malice
If L's you cough a chalice is recommended
Particularly filled with that I got from Manny
I'm breakin mics 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, don't it
You little when you let the power of the rhythm hit you
widow got my eyes Chinese
But sharp as of paper cuttin' your skin
Whenever I write my pen and make a point
be like, "Yeah, that's the joint"
Yo Matt, got the track on DAT
That make it to complete 'cause I write shit with or without a beat
See you on the hook a fish we knock it out, no doubt,
The fixed like carols at Christmas
So bounce, on, bounce, come 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 suggest you
Or freeze up you hear a shot
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of every MC in earshot
I fear not or none, one, Ichiban, none, number one, Ichiban

2: Talib Kweli
I get my camouflage Weiss/Mahoney
My are worth the price of Sony
Your light like for one minute 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 the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy
One and only Talib Kweli from Reflect
Yo, I to Tokyo where everything is Hi-Tek
So I feel right at home, rightin' poems, fightin'
Who bite my own style they ain't got one, I got drive while you ride shotgun
stop, son I watch "Get on the Bus" a lot
And all this has got to stop I'm just playin'
Japanese culture is like amazin', animation is like
Kick selection got no limit eatin' seaweed, one day I get with it
But when I see weed I'm smokin', heh, I'm just jokin', not though
My Common told me, "Arigato"
My art got no Boundaries like Pablo
You don't 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 shitty
I get love in Japan than "Hello Kitty"
Such a pity, these MC's think they with me
Catch me on MTV with Mos Diddy