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Heavy regiments\n\nDon't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn?\nSee that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that\nFrom where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at\nTalib Kweli e-kweli-ty, yo tell them where we be at\n\nBrooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie\nIn cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty\nWhat a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense\nTree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense\nMy presence felt my name is Kweli from the eternal reflection\n\nPeople thinkin' mc is short hand for misconception\nLet me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion\nThat most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate\nWalkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body\nYou must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like sade\n\nStop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary\nAnd maybe you can see your name in the column of obituaries\nThird rate teacher readin' and talkin about, \"I knew he'd amount to nothin\"\nNeighbors like, \"He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin? \"\nTalkin' loud like you in RCA, get carted away\nWith body parts and treys, what a way to start your day\nYo it's like\n\nOne two three\nMos Def and Talib Kweli\nWe came to rock it on to the tip-top\nBest alliance in hip-hop\nI said one two three\nIt's kind of dangerous to be a emcee\nThey shot Tupac and Biggie\nToo much violence in hip-hop\n\nI said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it\nSo relax we're takin' it back, Red Hook where we're livin' at\nPlenty cats be strugglin', not hustlin' and bubblin'\nIt ain't about production and- what else we discussin'?\n\nSo when the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows\nStrivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed\nColossal, true original b-boy apostle\nStandin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo\n\nYou think you the shit\nSomebody in the wings'll force you to quit\nIt could be your crew or click\nOr some random kid you smoked buddha with\n\nConsider me the entity within the industry without a history\nOf spittin' the epitome, of stupidity, livin' my life\nExpressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly\nMy name is in the middle of e-kweli-ty\nPeople follow me and other cats they hear him flow\nAnd assume I'm the real one with the lyrics like I'm Cyrano\n\nStill sippin' wishin' well water, imported, from Pluto\nThree hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers\nIn miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us\nIn the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters\nA cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers\nYou can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us\n(Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just\nMake a pussy freeze up, thinkin' we will ease up\n\nOne two three\nMos Def and Talib Kweli\nWe came to rock it on to the tip-top\nBest alliance in hip-hop\nI said one two three\nIt's kind of dangerous to be a emcee\nThey shot Tupac and Biggie\nHold your head when the beat drop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] Hello everybody, they're calling live from somewhere\n[00:05.44] Lawd, lawd have mercy\n[00:09.98] All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say\n[00:14.27] Say hi-tek yes you're ruling hip-hop\n[00:16.98] Say J. 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Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop\n Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop\n Say Black Star come to rock it non...\n\n Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate\n The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it\n Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit\n Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth\n\n After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk\n Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin'\n Connected like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments\n 'Cause all my Brooklyn residents? Heavy regiments\n\n Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn?\n See that? 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