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Yeah Now here we go Here we go (come on come on) Now here we go Here we go (come on come on) Yeah [Talib Kweli] Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted My name's honored cause my style is insane retarded Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas Take game farther than the put-put planes charted The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise All city like train bombers Check out the pictures we painted (yeah) More colorful than Kelis naked Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "The Basement" Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin Make pigeons say, "Uh uh, no they didn't!" Yes we did so god bless the kid yo I got my own so I never stress his no Songtexte[Chorus] In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist Am I eternal.. or an eternalist? Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas burn to this Here we go Come on Yeah yeah (yeahhh) Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on) Yeah yeah Come on come on [Talib Kweli] Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain Runaways get aboard the train (come on) You can't ignore the pain (no) When it come down like the pouring rain Caught the Train of Thought it clanked across the raw terrain The cold weather break your spirit like a water main I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains No you can't imagine a future where this all can change If one of us ain't free then we all to blame So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang It's all the same across the board we fall for game You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes Yo [Chorus x2] And there it is (yeah) Yeah yeah (yeah yeah) Come on Yeah yeah (yeah yeah) Yeahh Yeah yeah (yeah yeah) Yo yo yo Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what [Talib Kweli] I rock for the purists and I rock for the players I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on) I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah) I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah) Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write (yeah) Since the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike (come on) Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah) Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word) Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light We dying in spite of getting rich That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee Battling the tragedies and fallacies That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality They acting like whats going on now is distant reality Behaving so casually that they become a casualty Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!" Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day [Chorus x2 Check me out yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [fades] Aus Songtexte Mania