Kweli:
 The highest caliber  make it a night to remember like Shalamar
 Then escape to Havana with a ?  do what I gotta
 Planes get shot down in Cuban air space over the water
 I got insight  it's a clear case of reading your aura
 Man  what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus
 Makin' these MC's our sons like Horus
 I'm always taking shots like a Japanese tourist, get the picture?
 Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure

 Mos Def:
 I'm sippin wishing well water imported from Pluto
 That's why my eyes is glassy, so ain't got to ask me
 The interplanetary Illuminati move your body
 I trekked the stars first, so fuck Kirk and Scotty
 I threw basement parties on the Mothership
 Now I'm on planet Earth on some other shit
 Many 'habitants of this world be strivin and strugglin
 Tryin to eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh
 Ghetto red hot, man that shit is like bubblin
 Can't get no peace cause the Beast keep troubling
 Youth, they oppose and the blows they be doubling
 Nike heads is trife and the shots, they be thundering
 Ways and customs don't make any sense
 They be givin me stress and they test my maintenance
 Use the sand and the Ummah as my sustenance
 No, this style will never lack, melanin's my evidence

 Mr. Man:
 In order to effective, with your words you must be selective
 Cause showin and provin is the Prime Directive
 Movin those who are outdated with vernaculated thought, so
 Every time I take a turn MC's take a loss
 My point across, I gotta get to where I want to be
 As the wickedest public speaker since '73
 Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground
 As the physical manifestation of sight and sound
 So gather 'round, to hear the profound brown vomiter
 Absorb the sonic energy manifestin through your monitor
 The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
 Mr. Man, in nine ether represent right here, check it out

 Chorus (2X):
 Kweli
 This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet
 Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed

 Mos Def and Mr Man:
 Peace be upon he, and, we MC's
 Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree

 Kweli:
 Yo, what's wrong with this picture? (picture) Don't it seem bugged
 MC's is high on they supply, sounds like they takin drugs
 Y'all trippin like mescalin and killin the feeling like penicillin
 Switchin' to Lionel Rich' and dancin on the ceilin
 Go ahead and be a heroin(e), your own mind
 Fuck your internet, coke is it when you on line
 Smokin dirty weed, ignorin the medicinal herbals
 So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils
 You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
 Swept under the rug, we turnin niggas into dust
 You done came out of the earth (earth), what your life worth?
 When you get left with what you had on the day of your birth

 Mr. Man:
 Ha...Yo, it's the super scientifical, high-powered prolifical
 Lyrically a miracle, mentally I'm physical
 Massively encryptical, verbally invincible
 These kids wanna battle but the material's pitiful
 The only original, wicked individual
 Whenever I rhyme, I break it down into syllables
 Simply because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn
 It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin
 It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen
 I'll cut your ass in half and leave you with a semicolon

 Kweli:
 We cold-crushin MC's that's gold-rushin for the cheese
 They see a flash in the pan waitin for royalties

 Mos Def:
 But kings and queens get overthrown when they grab the microphone
 Shootin videos in homes that they know they'll never own
 I guess they cannot work alone, they forever with crew
 L sparking, steady barking bout the wildness they do
 Posin in photographs shot at complimentary angles
 Be playin Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles
 Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record to tape
 Step in my zone, your spot'll get blown like Watergate

 Mr. Man:
 Wait, my blastin rate is past a state of rappers who procrastinate
 Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate
 Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload
 So I flip into my mode of rhyme, long like a road
 See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates
 I got rhymes by the crates to erase the duplicates
 Cause, I blow wack rappers out like afros
 My shit is so phat it be stretchin my asshole
 But huh, that's not the point because I'm better than most
 I make MC's Wonder like bread but then, bread gets toast
 It's like that, Mr. Man, Mos Def, and Kweli
 represent for every single real MC, you don't stop
 (Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def)

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