Mos Def

Mos Def - Twice Inna Lifetime

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Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word...) So we
 figurin', if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y'know what I'm sayin?
 (True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
 So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch...


 [Jane Doe]
 Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane
 Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine
 My affirmations kill emcees like assasination
 Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
 Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
 Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
 My vocab expand like a rubber band
 Walkin' nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
 Niggaz just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season
 And scar these rappers like legion
 It's treason, my suspension attract attention
 I'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detention
 Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe
 Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
 You don't know, this is just half my potential
 Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
 It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
 They bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogen
 Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up
 When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!

 [Wordsworth]
 Yo...get it...yo
 Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies
 The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
 But here is some'n the cryin' talk about
 The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
 That led to God and Satan's fallin' out
 Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
 On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
 Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
 Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes
 Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock
 So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
 Rain of acid drops, seek some help
 Now don't rewind, get it the first time,
 Shouldn't have to repeat myself
 Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
 In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
 Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
 Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
 Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils
 Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what...

 [Talib Kweli]
 My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
 Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
 Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
 Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
 I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
 My fascination with character assassination,
 Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation
 We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
 Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
 So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)
 My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos
 So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
 Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
 And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
 Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
 Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
 See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
 Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
 Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimus
 You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
 You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus
 Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
 Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
 But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
 I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'

 CHORUS:
 [Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know,
 yo!)
 Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)
 [Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee
 We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree

 [Punchline]
 Check it...
 I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
 Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
 I touch topics that try to open up your optics
 Vacate in the Tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects
 Cut the nonsense, I'm hotter than alot a men
 Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon
 Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb
 Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on
 Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust (Yes!)
 Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third month
 I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
 Call me diamond, cuz I'm your girl's best friend
 Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
 I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
 And then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
 Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
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