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(Mos Def (Talib Kweli))
We here, we here, we (yes yes yes yes)
Fire (uh uh uh uh)
Yes, huh (hey)
We roll from uh- you (hey)
You know what it is (get your hand out my)
You what time it, uh
Star, come on ma (yeah)
Now on ma (yeah)
on ma (uh)
And,

(Mos Def)
Yo honeys check it out, she got me
With your hair and your fat ass WOW
Walks over, your feet tap on the ground
Make a *nigga* come like "What's happenin now?"
Hear he really promising the platinum, get
You'll be it out, straight backin 'em down
With hand on your mouth
And baby girl, what's that all about?
You know the ave puttin in the brow
On job, all workin it out
I like how you coordinate: purse, skirt, and the
Around the way, comin out the house
You just laid on the
Make a cat just and be "Wow"

(Talib Kweli)
Baby's was immaculate
Sweet like my first kiss in the of the flick
I to insist, miss, that we chat for a bit
But ass wanna diss
Walkin all fast like you can't
I somebody to get passionate with
You just assume that I be on that supermasculine
Crackin the whip just to you you and fasten your lip
I be shinin my light and they be baskin in it
I go out casually dip trip on the hit
Sippin on some fashionably *shit*
Star in the building and it hasta be sick
BK still *nigga* pass me the *shit*, what

(Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers)
(what up)
You got it (come on ma)

You got it (come on ma)

You got it

Brown let me see you shake it out
Stop (brown baby)
Ha you got it (there you go)
(brown baby) you got it (work it out)
(brown baby) you got it (come on ma)
Brown let me see you shake it out

(Talib Kweli)
Yeah, this go out to the
Be workin for weeks to purchase a
I'm with my people hurtin to cease, it's for peace
Certain keeps spurs to their knees I'm chirpin with Tweet
sicker than the pervert that flirt with his niece
Stop, the track lay in a deceased
We play, my man Kanye murdered the beat
Yo the rhymin's on me, of Kweli
It's +ludacris+ how I'm +disturbin the

(Mos Def)
Yeah, you ain't burnin the
Look at how we got 'em personally
Sipped on when I get Henny
Pen strollin on the track Bishop Don
Or on the Real World
Smoke slow, no joke, one draw I y'all
How many yo do I got to tell y'all?
My next boy I get killed off, it's real y'all
We big merger, you act like you know the deal
Brooklyn, up and let me hear y'all
Brown sugar

(Talib Kweli)

Nubian rock to this (whoo)
Black Star the whole metropolis
Brooklyn cats and you we pocket it
Black got the whole world watchin it

(Mos Def)
Stop, from the Ivy League
To the blocks where the is
And keepin their (?) lit
Just shake it out and to this
And all of it

(Mos Def, Talib Kweli, and singers)
(uh come on)
You got it (I said on)

You got it (yeah, yo, we said on)

You got it (brown sugar lemme see you it out)
Stop (brown baby)
You got it
(I said come on)
You got it (look at you)

You got it (brown sugar lemme see you it out)
(huh yeah)
(come on ma)
(come on ma)

Stop (come on ma) (Black Star start it)
(come on ma) (02 y'all yeah)
(come on ma) (uh yeah)
(Black Star, shinin)
(yeah)
(haha yeah)
(haha yeah)
Stop (Mos Kweli, on)