(feat. Mos Def & Talib Kweli) 



[Talib Kweli:] 

Mick Boogie (absolutely) 

Justus For All (hold up) 

Let's GOOOO! 



Be witcha in a second so sit tight 

Sometimes I be doin my body wrong just to get right 

I rip mics, rap life make me attack like a pair fight 

Grab a flashlight, took on +Marauder+ in +Midnight+ 

Blackouts in summer, New York nights are red hot 

Flowin like lava explodin out the bedrock 

Movin' 'round the block like white, blue, and red top 

Radio edits reverse my curse like the Red Sox 

International, pass porter's {?} gear 

And my song's here longer than dog years 

Fly, coast to coast yo check it it's all clear 

Respect is my currency, you ain't gotta count it, it's all there 

My name is Arabic/Canaan 

Got few chicks from Jamaican to the {?} Asians 

It's all love, my piers just my luck o' the Irish 

I don't FUCK with silly broads, I don't FUCK with the flyers 

Never fuck with hard drugs, the providers 

Like over-the-counter, these niggaz flounder like the fish outta water 

It's about to be some shit now, get your recorder 

No qualms to make the pay for, I'ma hit the reporter, yeah 

God might direct me to whoop ya ass 

Enjoy ya laugh, cause we bring it back to Brooklyn fast 

With my man Black Dante, Big Pooh, and Phonte 

Do some classics like 9th, Tech, and Kanye, yeah! 



[Mos Def:] 

We now dangerous, am death to flavorish 

Big hip, lick ya lips, shoot to savor it 

So refreshin, no regression, host a session 

It's pro-black, pro-progressive, so affective 

The 9th Wonder is a Lil' Bro collective 

Black Dante, Mr. Phonte cold perfection 

Warm soul on glow, not a neck on froze 

Keep your stuff on go, 'fore I check these hoes 

You fuck around and get it how it get mayne 

Case smack attack harder than ya pimp hand 

My speaker box equinox like Coltrane 

Killa K flow mayne need it in the dope game 

Hairy gorilla call back, no Rogaine 

and I make that ass drop like I'm Soul Train 

I got soul mayne, heart and brains to match 

I'm wit the Lil' Bro, what's fuckin wit dat?? 

I put my town on the map like a star.. 

Wit'out the car.. 

And I ride clean, and my thing bling.. 

..and you know exactly how I mean 

9th Wonderful, so beautiful 

So unusual, it's sho' plain 

on your brain, in your body, in your soul 

All my hopes show..reach the goal 



[Rapper Big Pooh:] 

You'on't know about me, you'on't know my life 

You'on't know everything I go through to write 

You'on't know my plight, you'on't know my fight 

and STILL, muh'fuckers wan' steal my light 

That's right , I'm right back with a write that's sick 

I done went another level, raise prices quick 

Y'kno Big Dho told me, “Always rap wit a chip” 

I'ma do you one better, son I {?} wit a dip 

That's borderline great that's best in all states 

Fifty-plus some, dumb niggaz, “Huh?” 

If you “huh”, you can hear me, I speak clearly 

So my two sisters hear me, yeah Ronnie cheer me, sincerely 

I carry heavy burdens on my back 

Done, seen a lotta pain and my heart stay trapped 

Brothers on the grind tryna get that scratch 

'fore them pagers get turned and your plans get scrapped! 

We back to the hustle where they fightin over scraps 

And your face get played cause you tryna watch your back 

My man, seen many niggaz goin like that 

This year, real life no rewindin it back! 



[Phonte:] 

Uh, uh. Let it go, better let it go 

Just let it go, ah ah, let it go 

They better let it go, they better let it go 

Let me talk to 'em, check it out.. 

Uh, it seem like, the more I achieve the more they expect 

Cause it ain't nothin in breed seeds like success 

And though you might expect niggaz to lose they cause 

Or drop the ball, that nigga Tay ain't like the rest 

I'm built a little bit different, my specs is more rigid 

Phonte's the medicine, of fine black specimen 

of Afro engineering, wit'out no interference 

To get it short, I'm more than just yo average rap nigga 

or whatever you wanna call it 

Call it music, I call it my life performance 

Call 'em fans, I call 'em my life supporters 

whether they pan or they sneakin through, 

these are the people that I'm speakin to 

I speak to you, and this is the year that I'm gon' 

Schiavo my rivals, nigga pull out the feedin tube 

Cause y'all porch monkeys, that shake spears/Shakespeare's 

And make a killin, my words worth worth a million 

Phonte and LB the last temptation 

Give a fuck if our shit is played on every station 

So y'all rap niggaz can't follow me up 

You cant bottle me up, shit I'm the well of inspiration, nigga! 



Let it go, ah ah, let it go 

Better let it go, ah, just let it go 

Pull it back, let it go, ah 

And let it flow like...