[Intro: Erykah Badu & Talib Kweli]
Yo
Ah ah ahhh
What's the matter with these damn emcees? (I don't know)
Come on baby, if you feeling me (yeah)
Sit down with me, roll yourself a tree (ugh)
Now what the hell is going on in the industry? (I don't know)
Now don't the people want to feel the beat? (hell yeah)
We talk about it every time we meet (yeah we do)
Would anybody like a cup of tea? (rock on, on on on)
Ba ba ba badum, Badu
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli & Erykah Badu]
It's the BK emcee (Kweli)
My rhymes is found in the veins
Of ghetto folks who surrounded with pain
Going to clubs drowned in the liquor
That's surrounding they brains
Wannabe thugs on every record
Got 'em sounding the same (hell yeah)
Ever since I first came to put it down in this game
These people can't quite get their tongues around my name
It's all for the good, I'm still the same with or without the fame
But I'm saying the way you got my shit pronounced, it's a shame
(umm-umm-umm)
The first part is Arabic (Talib)
That means "the student" or "the seeker"
I never try to be no teacher or no preacher
I just reach you through the speaker
Never beat you in the head
'Cause all that preaching to the choir
Yo, it's dead, word (umm uhh uhh)
Then you got (Kweli), let me put you on
It means truth and knowledge from the people of the Akan (yeah)
Reaching you through the song, got you rocking to the beat
Asking for Hi-Tek tracks
Stopping me in the streets (uhh, uhh, come on)
Yo
Ah ah ahhh
What's the matter with these damn emcees? (I don't know)
Come on baby, if you feeling me (yeah)
Sit down with me, roll yourself a tree (ugh)
Now what the hell is going on in the industry? (I don't know)
Now don't the people want to feel the beat? (hell yeah)
We talk about it every time we meet (yeah we do)
Would anybody like a cup of tea? (rock on, on on on)
Ba ba ba badum, Badu
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli & Erykah Badu]
It's the BK emcee (Kweli)
My rhymes is found in the veins
Of ghetto folks who surrounded with pain
Going to clubs drowned in the liquor
That's surrounding they brains
Wannabe thugs on every record
Got 'em sounding the same (hell yeah)
Ever since I first came to put it down in this game
These people can't quite get their tongues around my name
It's all for the good, I'm still the same with or without the fame
But I'm saying the way you got my shit pronounced, it's a shame
(umm-umm-umm)
The first part is Arabic (Talib)
That means "the student" or "the seeker"
I never try to be no teacher or no preacher
I just reach you through the speaker
Never beat you in the head
'Cause all that preaching to the choir
Yo, it's dead, word (umm uhh uhh)
Then you got (Kweli), let me put you on
It means truth and knowledge from the people of the Akan (yeah)
Reaching you through the song, got you rocking to the beat
Asking for Hi-Tek tracks
Stopping me in the streets (uhh, uhh, come on)
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