feat. Talib Kweli
[verse 1]
Ay yo the prophet (profit?) is without honor
In your own country,
people swear that you ain't shit cuz they know your mama
So much drama at the crib it ain't fit to live
And that survival of the fittest shit will split your wig
Cats master doin' bits of illegitimate kids is splitin' dutches
Dealin' with the physical and caught up in his clutches
My way of life bum-rushes pullin' no punches
Silence is golden and all I'm hearin' is hushes, when I'm shinin'
MCs pay attention
I rise like a ascention see more than three dimension
to the situation we facin' recievin' in a G
so you see who your friend and who your enemy
Pushin' me down to what I've found
We can lounge
Oh let me see
All of the places I can be
Oh let me know
All of the places where we can go
[Talib]
Yo we rock on shed light like the break of dawn
Stand strong like the words in God's song
B-Boys, make some noise and B-Girls, rock the world and
Pullin' me down right from the start
Crawling round
Oh let me see all of the place that I can be
Oh let me know all of the places where we can go
[verse 2]
A blind man feels the wickedest taste is exquisite
He can hear me lound and clear and smell fear in the air
Without sight he gains in-sight and lets me see his true self
not what he wants me to precive him to be
Preception is deception
Without the facts you keep guessin'
That's the image in the relection so we Eternal Relfection
Forever manifestin' the cleverness in the lesson
Dropin' with authority with no doubt, no question
Yo my man's blazin' more cheeba
Blowin' out like speakers
Keepin' y'all open wide like receivers
We rock on shed light like the break of dawn
And we stand strong like the words in God's song c'mon
Show us how to stand up stong
Waitin' for you takes so long
Shadows leave us standing naked
We can't fake it
Oh let me see all of the places that I can be
Oh let me know all of the places where we can go
Oh let me see all of the places that I can be
Oh let me know all of the places where we can go
[Talib talking]
B-Boys, make some noise and B-Girls, rock the world and
B-Girls, rock the world and c'mon and
Pick it up yes
and we put it down, yes we put it down
Another Hi-Tek production
Talib Kweli, MCs ain't got nothin'
Blaze up... more cheeba, more cheeba
Cheeba, everybody say cheeba, everybody cheeba
feat. Talib Kweli
[verse 1]
Ay yo the prophet (profit?) is without honor
In your own country,
people swear that you ain't shit cuz they know your mama
So much drama at the crib it ain't fit to live
And that survival of the fittest shit wil
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