(feat. Talib Kweli) 



[Kweli] 

You wanna battle, I don't think so 

Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli 

It's wanna battle, rock with main flow 

San Diego, come on 



Kweli, running through you town 

Hunting you down 

Fronting you down 

This fucking clown 

Try to come around for a pound 

White boy with a backpack 

Overheard talking about how Blackstar was whack 

Hi-tek tracks was flat, try to give me some dat 

Said I'm in his top five 

Emcees he'd love to see perform live 

He said, Krs was the best, Redman came second 

He said he liked Super Nat but he don't like his records 

The Roots was the best live as far as group 

Mos Def's alright, but what's up with his leather suit 

I see him on stage singing and doing rock covers 

..Fucking Cocksucker 

First thing I said is get the fuck out my face 

Asshole probably think it's got something to with race 

My crew is game tight, spell the name right on the marquee 

Fucking with us yo it ain't like nobody ? dealing with culture 

Stealing the show from the big name rapper whose career is over 

And year after year he appear, as long as the hits are there, right? 

Record or not, I'm a still be here 

In the range rov, with main flow 

Bumping the same dro 

Rain flows on these b-boy heads like Kangols 

African, call and response 

You're not a purist, your pure shit 

You don't preserve the culture, you disturb it 

Niggas try to rhyme but couldn't fuck with the eternalist 

Too much into ?herb and shit? so you became a journalist 

Murdered this bitch and then I dragged him back to Brooklyn 

Main, I'm going out to the pub, good-lookin 



You wanna battle, I don't think so 

Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli 

It's wanna battle, rock with main flow 

Brooklyn, come on 



[Main Flow] 

Yo, backpackin poppin 

Wonder when the axe droppin 

Stacks poppin, reason keep the tracks hoppin 

To the whack rap cats that act scared tonight 

Cats prepare to fight like Dr. Dre and Eric Wright 

Trying to keep me dry later for ? sneaky guy 

Niggas that keep me high, rest in peace to Freaky tye 

Live in die for this hiphop, forget cops, tip-top 

Pulling your cards like gift shops 

Round robin, some niggas out trying to clown common 

They even ask me why I didn't drop on soundbombing 

Or the Blackstar Train of Thought lounge shit 

You fake-ass cats know who I'm down with 

Big like ?? of sun, big like military guns 

Like L and Big Pun 

When I flex grands, moving all through the next fans 

Peace to Trouble T sugar shot from X-clan 

Mark it D, hip-hops a part of me 

Dark as me, sit back and spark a tree 

With Kwa siggy, flowing reason shits not jiggy 

Who shot my niggy world wiggy like Pac and Biggy 



You wanna battle, I don't think so 

Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli 

It's wanna battle, rock with Main Flow