What They May Seem Talib Kweli

[Talib Kweli]
Turn the music up a little bit
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Uh, yeah
Come on everybody 5x
Hide your crops, here come the lyrical locusts, hurry!
If your vision's blurry, now focus is necessary
Son, you hopeless like an ex-Christian
We On the next Mission, to knock it out the park like Scott Brosius
Me and Tony Toc is the bravest and the boldest
Breathin for them kids who catchin asthma from livin wit the roaches
From youngest to oldest, I'm the coldest
Ask ?the trees?, I'm kickin rhymes like chronic hamatosis
[Tony Touch]
Yo, this is our shit, we puttin it down as my perrara
I'm all up on you wack MC's like troopa cabra
If you thought that was fresh, you ain't seen nada
From New York to Nicaragua, it's the rap Kimosabe
Infiltratin Illuminatti, poly
Me, De La, Talib Kweli
From BK, buckwild MC's and DJ's
Fuck the he-say she-say bullchiche
[Talib Kweli]
Yo my heart be beatin to the rhythm
Blood be flowin through my vein like words explodin in my brain
Ya'll niggas numb like novacaine
I know the game, and I got all my people in a huddle
Our rebuttal is far from subtle
We leave the other team standin in they own puddle
Then we take off like a space shuttle
We scope everything out like the Hubble
Drop my rhymes in the ocean, make the sea level double
I always keep it poppin cuz I ain't in your bubble
[Tony Touch]
Aiyyo we kick that, shit that make you wanna spit back
But na, we ain't wit that chitchat
Talkin 'bout you blast tecs and cash checks
I'ma ask Flex if I can put it on your ass next
Patrol freaks, scandalous when I hold heat
I boldly let off and watch your soul leak
Got the yerro, here to bring the thunder
Eighth wonder, comin straight out the under