[Talib Kweli] What up Pharoahe?
[Pharoahe Monch] -What up Talib? What's the deal, what we doin'? UK style-
[Talib Kweli] I heard you got some rhymes...
[Pharoahe Monch] -Yeah yeah, check me out now, Pharoahe Monch, Queens representin' one time, Brooklyn in da house
[Talib Kweli] That's how we do it, how we do it, how we do it... (like music~)
[Verse 1: Pharoahe]
You see them gorillas over there in the park? -They my niggas, after dark we spark up and pull triggers
You gotta talk Urang Utan slang and pull capers, the cops are the cheetahz in the trees or the sky scrapers
Speakin' of jungle we often rumble for loot, some of us just stumble around, Hi to boo - Pfsshoo
You'll get shot, shit, play humble like last year when a white man tried to capture my uncle
When you come through you can get bumped too if you don't got at least four-five gorillas amongst you
The bigotry here will shock and amaze, .41 shot is hot, about and ablaze
If not, they ship your ass to the Bronx in a cage, and to the Island when you spend your time countin' the days
But still acting vulture-ly, this kinda ill, we blow mills, they make a killin' and build new landz in the jungle
[Verse 2: Talib]
Yo, one time in tha place to be, the illest niggas you'll hear on the BBC
A lot of cats like to get on the microphone and front, steady rollin' the paper like they ran outta blunts
Tell you how much they sound scared of the month
The man tells you to jump, you threw it - we'll never let the man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented, I get my props for the rhymes I invented, cause I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like Tae Bo with a bowtie, kick yo' ass with class, and I still take it to Brooklyn when I'm ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got shit ready to blast, I'm never ready to last, I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like a Betty (Shabazz?)
A rhyme veteran, you actin' a real bitch right now, like a... lesbian thesbian
So let me in the pack, I've been dropping jewels, plugged in like pasta noodles, and stayin' fresh and clean like hospitals
In the world of Chris Poppins, big wallet to wrist watchin'
You ever think your wrist watch is watching you? -That's why the cops is stoppin' you?
Nigga please, they can track you anywhere, through cell phones transmitting radiation through your ear
A two way is way too new and obsolete next year, navigational system shows you how to get there
If you ain't thinkin' 'bout how you got here then do you know where you are?
What happened today, well back in the day they used to follow the stars
I distilled it so much you need to catch it in bottles and jars and make emcees eat their words and swollow their bars
Oh my god...
[Pharoahe Monch] -What up Talib? What's the deal, what we doin'? UK style-
[Talib Kweli] I heard you got some rhymes...
[Pharoahe Monch] -Yeah yeah, check me out now, Pharoahe Monch, Queens representin' one time, Brooklyn in da house
[Talib Kweli] That's how we do it, how we do it, how we do it... (like music~)
[Verse 1: Pharoahe]
You see them gorillas over there in the park? -They my niggas, after dark we spark up and pull triggers
You gotta talk Urang Utan slang and pull capers, the cops are the cheetahz in the trees or the sky scrapers
Speakin' of jungle we often rumble for loot, some of us just stumble around, Hi to boo - Pfsshoo
You'll get shot, shit, play humble like last year when a white man tried to capture my uncle
When you come through you can get bumped too if you don't got at least four-five gorillas amongst you
The bigotry here will shock and amaze, .41 shot is hot, about and ablaze
If not, they ship your ass to the Bronx in a cage, and to the Island when you spend your time countin' the days
But still acting vulture-ly, this kinda ill, we blow mills, they make a killin' and build new landz in the jungle
[Verse 2: Talib]
Yo, one time in tha place to be, the illest niggas you'll hear on the BBC
A lot of cats like to get on the microphone and front, steady rollin' the paper like they ran outta blunts
Tell you how much they sound scared of the month
The man tells you to jump, you threw it - we'll never let the man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented, I get my props for the rhymes I invented, cause I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like Tae Bo with a bowtie, kick yo' ass with class, and I still take it to Brooklyn when I'm ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got shit ready to blast, I'm never ready to last, I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like a Betty (Shabazz?)
A rhyme veteran, you actin' a real bitch right now, like a... lesbian thesbian
So let me in the pack, I've been dropping jewels, plugged in like pasta noodles, and stayin' fresh and clean like hospitals
In the world of Chris Poppins, big wallet to wrist watchin'
You ever think your wrist watch is watching you? -That's why the cops is stoppin' you?
Nigga please, they can track you anywhere, through cell phones transmitting radiation through your ear
A two way is way too new and obsolete next year, navigational system shows you how to get there
If you ain't thinkin' 'bout how you got here then do you know where you are?
What happened today, well back in the day they used to follow the stars
I distilled it so much you need to catch it in bottles and jars and make emcees eat their words and swollow their bars
Oh my god...
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