Yeah
[Cuts by DJ Jayceeoh]
"Akrobatik-batikkkkk" (uh, uh) (what?)
"And Talib, Talib, Kw-Kw-Kw-Kweli, Kweli" (yeah, word)
"I blow the back out"
"Back out, the track out, the track out" (uh, uh)
"Kweli and Ak put a stamp on it" (yo, yo)
"I blow the back out a track when I black out"
"I blow the back out the track out"
"The track out"
[Akrobatik] (Talib Kweli)
Let's go, yo
I be the host of your show, Mr. A to the K-R-O (what up bro?)
Same shit, steady makin them hits (I see the same as me)
So what up? (Put a stamp on it, stamp on it)
[Verse 1 - Akrobatik] (Talib Kweli)
Akro, so straight for '08
Kweli, both names that hold weight
So when you be creatin your playlist, don't forget that we are A-list material
Lyrics dirty to the point they scratchin off the serial
And straight to the basura, goes that whack shit in your stereo
I'm Akrobatik brother, I'll out-backflip Rey Mysterio
617 to the 619 (one nine)
Chicks pon heaven when he kicks one line (one line)
And big up to my DJ, pon the mix one time (one time)
Put 'em up, get 'em high
If hip hop is dead, then it happened the day that Dilla died
But Ak and Kweli's here to show you that this shit is still alive
A couple brothers with talents to rip your brain apart
But who would rather just bring "Balance" to your "Train of Thought
Our "Black Dialogue" documents "The Beautiful Struggle"
Bringin any stage or studio trouble
So spin the vinyl back (*vinyl scratching*), you'll have somebody like "I know Ak"
His show will rock your body from the intro to the final track
That's the outro, no doubt yo
Rappers is marks/Marx like Groucho, nothin to vouch for
[Cuts by DJ Jayceeoh]
"Akrobatik-batikkkkk" (uh, uh) (what?)
"And Talib, Talib, Kw-Kw-Kw-Kweli, Kweli" (yeah, word)
"I blow the back out"
"Back out, the track out, the track out" (uh, uh)
"Kweli and Ak put a stamp on it" (yo, yo)
"I blow the back out a track when I black out"
"I blow the back out the track out"
"The track out"
[Akrobatik] (Talib Kweli)
Let's go, yo
I be the host of your show, Mr. A to the K-R-O (what up bro?)
Same shit, steady makin them hits (I see the same as me)
So what up? (Put a stamp on it, stamp on it)
[Verse 1 - Akrobatik] (Talib Kweli)
Akro, so straight for '08
Kweli, both names that hold weight
So when you be creatin your playlist, don't forget that we are A-list material
Lyrics dirty to the point they scratchin off the serial
And straight to the basura, goes that whack shit in your stereo
I'm Akrobatik brother, I'll out-backflip Rey Mysterio
617 to the 619 (one nine)
Chicks pon heaven when he kicks one line (one line)
And big up to my DJ, pon the mix one time (one time)
Put 'em up, get 'em high
If hip hop is dead, then it happened the day that Dilla died
But Ak and Kweli's here to show you that this shit is still alive
A couple brothers with talents to rip your brain apart
But who would rather just bring "Balance" to your "Train of Thought
Our "Black Dialogue" documents "The Beautiful Struggle"
Bringin any stage or studio trouble
So spin the vinyl back (*vinyl scratching*), you'll have somebody like "I know Ak"
His show will rock your body from the intro to the final track
That's the outro, no doubt yo
Rappers is marks/Marx like Groucho, nothin to vouch for
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