[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Indie 5, Collins
Javotti, our time, north time
[Hook: Talib Kweli]
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at home
Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
We ain’t going back without that chip
We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip
We ain’t coming back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the list
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Fresh from the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the pure for the world to hear
It’s like gravity cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, world premiere
Cinematic, they know the score
Instant classic, tour de force
I paid the price, I know the course
I shake the dice, I know the toss
It’s simple really but you know it’s deep
When the angel and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two choices
Prepare for war or go in peace
They don’t believe I’m touring overseas
“Nah, he don’t even rap about coca leaves”
Think globally, not locally
You ain’t woke as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I’m back, this ain’t hard in fact
This target practice, red beams
Standing up cause I’m man enough
And then turn her on like wet dreams
You can wet it up, you can step it up
You ain’t catching up with my jet stream
And I’m going too fast so I put ‘em up last
Why you showing yo ass? This ain’t sex scenes
They ain’t built to last, they bust quicker
Fast talking like tongue twister
These young spitters can’t fuck with us
Pardon my French like I tongue kissed her
Back in the day they used to hunt niggas
And they hung niggas for being hung niggas
Now the guns are spittin’ when the hunger hit us
These young niggas like come and get us
Indie 5, Collins
Javotti, our time, north time
[Hook: Talib Kweli]
Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul?
We 100 on the road, 100 at home
Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem
We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip
We ain’t going back without that chip
We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip
We ain’t coming back without that chip
You got next, we got forever, join the list
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Fresh from the lab like I got the cure
Nothing but the pure for the world to hear
It’s like gravity cause it pulled us here
Red carpet, world premiere
Cinematic, they know the score
Instant classic, tour de force
I paid the price, I know the course
I shake the dice, I know the toss
It’s simple really but you know it’s deep
When the angel and the devil on the shoulder speak
Two voices, two choices
Prepare for war or go in peace
They don’t believe I’m touring overseas
“Nah, he don’t even rap about coca leaves”
Think globally, not locally
You ain’t woke as me, nigga go to sleep
Thank God I’m back, this ain’t hard in fact
This target practice, red beams
Standing up cause I’m man enough
And then turn her on like wet dreams
You can wet it up, you can step it up
You ain’t catching up with my jet stream
And I’m going too fast so I put ‘em up last
Why you showing yo ass? This ain’t sex scenes
They ain’t built to last, they bust quicker
Fast talking like tongue twister
These young spitters can’t fuck with us
Pardon my French like I tongue kissed her
Back in the day they used to hunt niggas
And they hung niggas for being hung niggas
Now the guns are spittin’ when the hunger hit us
These young niggas like come and get us
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