(feat. Talib Kweli)



[Talib Kweli]

One two three, in the place to be!

MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go

On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday

watch cartoons 'til noon and then I'd switch to Ralph McDaniels

I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl

And a paused beat from my stereo

Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach

Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse

Maybe I'm trippin and it's just a cartoon to you

But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo

And, I might be buggin but it seem to me

that cartoons be realer than reality TV

They inspire my decision to be open and listen

But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position

Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past

that's similar to the cast of Different Strokes

Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke

The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke

I draw on anything for inspiration

A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station



[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that

(I'm old school y'all, yes y'all, I keep it goin y'all, here we go)

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that

(I'm old school y'all, keep it goin y'all, keep it goin y'all)

It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that

(Ah here we go, c'mon)



[MF Doom]

And we'll be right back after these messages

Fellas grab your nutsacs, chicks squeeze your breastesses

We ain't all that grown, it's still funny like

Goin to the store on your own with rainbow money

Since then had an insane flow sonny

Walkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runny

Breakdancin maybe ten, bummy

is when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee!

Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kick

Or a weekend afternoon, karate movie flick

Slept good, no justice, no peace

Woody kept it hoody, never discussed it with police

Shot the fair one nobody ran to get the gat

Or felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fat

And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat?

What type of chitlins is that?

The Super Villain as the bat, hide your tonic

Whoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic



[Chorus]



[Talib] Yeah!