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(w/ Madlib)
 [Talib Kweli]
 Okay...
 Okay, I'm only gettin it on one side of the headphone
 Aight~! Yeh, bring it in like...
 Five somethin in the mornin goin on six
 It's daylight, sunrise time
 Time to free yo'self... free yo' soul, free yo' mind
 Ladies, free that ass... yeah!
 Coast to coast it's the most, we don't brag and boast
 We just leave 'em comatose
 It's your boy Talib Kweli, yeah!
 Flow is tight, though I got a couple screws looses
 It's cuckoo, my rep in this game is bigger than Bruce Bruce
 Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
 It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
 SHOOT~! Y'all niggaz can't hang like a loose noose
 I get on stage, niggaz in my ear like a Bluetooth
 And that's the triple truth Ruth, they lips is loose like
 they seen your lovedaddy in the bulletproof blue Coupe
 My rhymes is full of truth, and the business full of lies
 Try to look a Masai kid in his eyes for the flies
 and tell him how he fucked up our environment daily
 The only thing we know about Africa is from Nas or Belly
 But go off like a Hutu or Tutsi, from Rwanda or Burundi
 Over drums like Babatunde Olatunji
 Sayin nigga just to keep our teeth white, like Paul Mooney
 Fightin spiritual wars, like the Shi'ite or the Sunni
 Yo~! Our music went from tap dance to the lapdance
 Try to get me to sell out and that's a fat chance
 You see black faces in my rap pages
 Larry Davis, Angela Davis or Ossie Davis
 Yeah, welcome to the show, it's Talib Kweli, so amazin
 Live from California it's the Madlib invasion, let's GO~!
 This exercise in freedom is called the "Liberation"
 I keep it fly by a process of elimination
 When it come to payin the kid, sometimes it's hesitation
 'Til I make 'em check it in like they got reservations
 But there ain't no reservations about coppin this
 Even though it's free for the people there ain't no stoppin this
 Poppin fresh, cakin up, I'm breakin up the, monotonous flow
 that can't write or plant life like a botanist grow
 a new crop and just roll, it up, blow it out whoa
 Excuse the cockiness though, I'm just showin out - know
 you can't go without this, now what'chu know about that?
 Now what'chu know about... now what'chu know about... {*to fade*}

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Song Details

Duration
02:21
Key
7
Tempo
83 BPM

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