[Intro]
Haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be careful
I mean that ain't your average, garden variety
Run of the mill gangster bullshit
Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge
Just look at ya, together
You, you little black stovepipe coloured nigga
You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey
The man that brought self love
To the black consciousness movement of the 1930s
And now when we speak about complexion
We move into the political perspective of where y'all comin' from
Yeah, red boned, variety covered
Genie in a bottle lookin' motherfucker
You are the same complexion as Malcolm X
Ooh I'm tellin' you you brothers you're gonna be large
But like I said, you gotta be careful
See, cuz you are tellin' the truth
Me and my man came out to put it down
Yeah, we bout to do it all over again
Here we go
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A lotta cats like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin' in paper like they ran outta blunts
Tell ya how much they Sound scan in a month
If the Man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let the Man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invented
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast
I'm all ready to last, I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like I'm Betty Shabazz
The rhyme veteran
You actin real bitch right now like a lesbian thespian
Since they let me in the back I've been droppin' you
I’m plugged in like Posdnuos, stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In the war the Cris' poppin', the wallet to wrist watches
You ever think the wrist is watchin' you
That's why the cops is stoppin' you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
Your cell phone transmittin' radiation through your ear
Your 2-Way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational system show you how to get there
And you ain't think about how you got here
Do you know where you are?
What happened today? Back in the day they used to follow the stars
Spillin' so much you gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And make MC's eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my god
Haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be careful
I mean that ain't your average, garden variety
Run of the mill gangster bullshit
Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge
Just look at ya, together
You, you little black stovepipe coloured nigga
You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey
The man that brought self love
To the black consciousness movement of the 1930s
And now when we speak about complexion
We move into the political perspective of where y'all comin' from
Yeah, red boned, variety covered
Genie in a bottle lookin' motherfucker
You are the same complexion as Malcolm X
Ooh I'm tellin' you you brothers you're gonna be large
But like I said, you gotta be careful
See, cuz you are tellin' the truth
Me and my man came out to put it down
Yeah, we bout to do it all over again
Here we go
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A lotta cats like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin' in paper like they ran outta blunts
Tell ya how much they Sound scan in a month
If the Man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let the Man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invented
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast
I'm all ready to last, I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like I'm Betty Shabazz
The rhyme veteran
You actin real bitch right now like a lesbian thespian
Since they let me in the back I've been droppin' you
I’m plugged in like Posdnuos, stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In the war the Cris' poppin', the wallet to wrist watches
You ever think the wrist is watchin' you
That's why the cops is stoppin' you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
Your cell phone transmittin' radiation through your ear
Your 2-Way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational system show you how to get there
And you ain't think about how you got here
Do you know where you are?
What happened today? Back in the day they used to follow the stars
Spillin' so much you gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And make MC's eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my god
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