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Talib Kweli
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My nigga Punchline want his money
Yo, this is a capitalist society
Yo! Hello world, how y'all doin'?
Don't be shy, y'all can wave back
I know y'all can't see me
Oh you got it? Good job
Talib Kweli, Ichiban in Japan is moosh moosh
Yo, I'm able to keep it fresh like vegetables and couscous
Got my comp and a cash deuce deuce
Livin' proof, you want the truth?
Nah, you can't handle the truth
I flip it like any Angelo B. or Michael or D
Paint the ceiling with my sound, smoke trees with melody
I enter the palace with no malice intended
The L's make you cough, a chalice is recommended
Particularly feel the sticky that I got from Annie
I break the mics like Amy Fisher breakin' the family
It can be all so simple if you let it
If you don't want to, fuck it, forget it, don't sweat it
You feel little when you let the power of the rhythm hit you
White widow got my eyes Chinese but sharp as leaves of paper
Cuttin' your skin whenever I write with my pen and make a point
Y'all be like "Yeah, that's the joint"
Yo, Math got the track on 8-track that make it easy to complete
'Cause I write shit with or without the beat
See you on the hook like a fish (Peace)
We knock it out, no doubt the shit fits like carols at Christmas
So bounce, come on, bounce, come on
I lock you in my sentence and this shit's a run-on
Tokyo (Where you at at?)
Brooklyn (Where you at at?)
Kweli the next to be ya, so I suggest you re-up
Or freeze up like you hear shots
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops
Of every single MC in earshot
I fear not or none, number one, ichiban
None, number one, ichiban
I get my camouflage from Rice Mahoney
My rhymes are worth the price of Sony
Your light last for one minute like Rice-A-Roni
Son, I'm nice, you phony
It seems like all you want in life's to know me
I'm colder than when the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy
One and only, Talib Kweli from eternal reflect
Yo, I come to Tokyo where everything is high tech
So I feel right at home writin' poems, fightin' clones
Who bite my own style 'cause they ain't got one
I got drive while you ride shotgun, please stop, son
I watch Get On The Bus a lot
And all this Shibuya has got to stop
I'm just playin', Japanese culture is like amazin'
Animation is like hair raisin'
Kick selection got no limit
Eatin' seaweed, maybe one day I'll get with it
But when I see weed, I'm smokin', I'm just jokin'
Really not though, my homie Common taught me arigato
My art got no boundaries like Pablo Picasso
Who? You don't know? You never knew? Big up to Ru
See you in the show or on the Avenue of the Americas
Et cetera, et cetera, you get the point
You want hot shit, I got a plethora
Classics, it's the best of Brooklyn, New York City
We never comin' shitty
I get more love in Japan than Hello Kitty
Such a pity these MCs think they hangin' with me
Catch me on Japanese MTV where most diddy
Kweli the next to be ya, so I suggest you re-up
Or freeze up like you hear shots
Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops
Of every single MC in earshot
I fear not or none, number one, ichiban
None, number one, ichiban
None, number one, ichiban
None, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none
Here we go, one, two, come on
Here we go, one, two, come on
Yo now, peace
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