Uh, this is Side 2, Evil Dee in your area
 Rawkus, every four minutes of dump flavored Now and Laters
 *laughs* and ass-crack Oreos
 (ready, ready)
 -interlude-
 [Talib Kweli]
 *laughs*
 Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
 And if you, love the truth, and you livin proof
 Let me hear you say "oh yeah"
 And you don't stop, and you don't quit, and you don't stop
 And you don't quit, and you don't quit
 It's Talib Kweli I'm the ultimate
 Got my man Mos Def and he's freakin shit
 Listen to the way the beat gets intricate
 Anybody who is illiterate, probably will never even consider it
 Yo, Evil Dee what up? my name is Talib Kweli
 That's Mos Def on the ?Wilison?
 Yo, this is futuristic Soundbombing, welcome
 Please do not hold onto the doors
 (Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to introduce
 A very interesting young man who's traveled from very far away
 To be with us tonight)
 [Mos Def]
 (yes, yes) yo yo yo yo (yes) yo yo
 Aiyyo Kweli I heard there's a function goin on at the D&D
 Some things that I gotta see, heard that the Rawkus click
 Was doin some ill shit wit my man Evil, and the rest of my people
 Is you wit it?
 [Kweli]
 I'm always wit it, always forget it
 If you a MC, you couldn't get wit it, you too dim-witted
 MC's come to and try to diss this
 Chicks want Kweli for Christmas, on they wish list
 Here we come through, kick the lyrical swiftness
 You missed this, again it's over your head
 Now I send it, over to my friend Mos Def
 MC's got no fuckin rhymes left
 [Mos Def]
 *phone rings*
 Hello, yes I got the call, don't need no answering machine at all
 I got a, Caller ID to screen my calls
 So I can see who's tryin to speak to me cuz frequently
 A lot of cats try to get in touch but I don't want to be in they
 clutch
 I got my man Kweli who I love very much, and such and such
 My man, Rawkus click, we on some ill shit
 [Kweli]
 I call 7-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
 Don't want to say his number, MC's is in slumber
 Yo they wakin up they takin up too much time
 Mos Def, I got to get in touch wit and get a Dutch
 And then head over to his crib and say
 "Yo look what these kids did, and I had my kids at my crib"
 And I can't believe they tried to roll up on my like that
 MC's come through because they always lookin wack
 [Mos Def]
 They always lookin wack cuz look at the way they dress
 Thinkin you a Mister you must be a Miss
 I'm watchin the slip underneath your skirt
 Steppin to me like that kid you only get hurt
 Son I stand five-ten wit the open palms, I'm droppin bombs
 Wit the, urban songs and I never stay calm when I kick it
 A matter of fact I get type wicked and very specific
 [Kweli]
 And exquisite wit the beat, MC's is incomplete
 They ain't like whole wheat, I need to eat
 More of that for my nutrition, MC's catchin coniptions
 They readin the writin on the wall like an Egyptian
 Comin through is my verbal mission, to try to track you down
 It's the MC formerly known as Genesis
 You will remember this, it's your verbal nemesis
 Yo, Mos Def is
 [Mos Def]
 Yo my style is original like fingerprints
 I been down ever since, make you Reminisce like Pete Rock
 When the beat drop, kids stop to listen
 Because they hear the verbs glisten
 I'll play your opposition like a fullback, I got the full pack
 Just like a convict on lock, the beat never stop
 And we come on time like a clock, this is the real hip-hop
 [Kweli]
 The real hip-hop, try to test me, you get stomped
 Why try, you get caught up in the paparazzi like Princess Di
 Yo, come through we always lookin fly
 MC's try to come up to me, they singin lullabyes
 They on a plantation, I'll free you like Emancipation
 >From that thought you have is makin your mind needin some sanatation
 I'm fillin the schools up like asbestos
 It's best that you leave my premesis
 [Mos Def]
 And what's better, is to make cheddar
 And try to get yo shit together
 I freak it wherever and whenever just like Maxwell
 The style that I got will tax well
 Yo that just bomb, but I don't spend my time
 Focusin on mistakes, I feed breaks
 This is the way that we make, and sound hype
 When we stand on the mic
 [Kweli]
 We focus on true, we never dwell and hate
 [DJ Evil Dee]
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