(feat. Makeba Mooncycle)



[Talib Kweli]

Yo, fourth period, everybody meet me in the lunchroom

I'm saying, the Drum Society comin in there

You know I'm saying, Hi-Tek gonna be there

I think Makeeba gonna be there too (Yo Kwa!)

Know what I'm saying, ah man, ah man

Definitely, definitely-definitely-definitely

Yo, yo-yo-yo, yo... Reflection Eternal, Makeba Mooncycle



[Makeba Mooncycle]

Yo-yo, Yo-yo, I come before ya bearing skills

Get you off like cheap thrills

Some may deny me, because of lack of faith

I bring true lyrics, straight to your face

Here's a brand new testament, written by me

Co-written by Makeba and Eternal Kweli (Kweli)

Constant meditation last longer than duration

Proper education is mind levitation

To stimulate quite simple

I clear all paths like Christ and the temple



[Talib Kweli]

Coming with the skills that's essential

To even mention Brooklyn as the residential

Ugh, the pictions be graphic

Cause how we be livin is tragic

So I take your imagination and I stretch it like elastic

Ugh, some people treat oppurtunity like a blunt and pass it

I see the mic as my oppurtunity and so I grab it (hold it)

Mentally I live lavishly I cherish the heredity

That's preparin me to be a revolutionary till they bury me

Carry me in your thoughts forever

The way I put words together you treasure

Ay-yo, whatever the weather instead of clever I'm better

Cause I seize the time with reason and rhyme



[Makeba Mooncycle]

Sometimes I flip the different flavors

This old school mama came ta save ya

Cause I'm to old to scold, better

I like, ya know, puttin hearts on hold

But pay ya hand for the fold

Waiting to be taught, here's a whiff of holy breath

I bring pain to your chest

LET'S CIVILIZE THE PEOPLE

Hang up your petty egos

I've got a shield on my back cause people carry blades (true)

Getting caught off guard leaves you in a shallow grave

Now here comes the ruler of the night, better known as the moon

Bobbin with J-Rawls animated like a 'toon



[Chorus: Kweli and Mooncycle]

[T.B.] This for the kids cuttin up in the lunchroom

[Both] I pulled your card like spades

and spit with major shit

The ill pitch you afraid to hit, it's like that

[M.M.] Here we go

[T.B.] Here we go

[M.M.] Come on

[T.B.] Uh, come on

[repeat from here we go]

[repeat all]



[Talib Kweli]

This song is like a baby being born (yes)

It'll stay in your head long after I'm physically gone

Then the rest of the flesh is left for the vulture

Makin me the anti-hero of the counter-culture

Do you remember what you was doin when you first heard this?



[Makeba Mooncycle]

I was singin to my sis, that's deeper than abyss

It took the French to kiss, German demolish

Feed the world from my breasts, a written conquest

Lyrics are like permanent stains

Now you're usin' both sides of your brain

Cause you never should go against the grain

Acting like puppets, I own the string

Addicitive like coke, is the real thing

Check out the wisdom, that I bring

Church bells are ringin

Its the truth I'm speakin

Freak it like Sodom and Gomorrah

Check my holy ora, the reflection in my order

Causes me to slaughter

Disect like biology, cover the Earth like water



[Talib Kweli]

It's like sometimes cats like wanna be all up in your psychology

No stoppin me or my man Hi-Teknology

Follow me through global economies, start thinkin logically

Be passionate you gotta be, your soul is your property

On that you could place a bet before I make you face your death

Make you rectrace your steps to exact place you slipped

(Right there) To battle would be a waste of breath

But see you chasin rep and you got hit so hard

they had to replace your chest

You on the floor carrowing, turn your punk ass over

You see me towering, my mic grip tighter than the boa

You microscopic like protozoa or amoebas

Slower than molasses so they call you special

Makeba, yo, what they want, a medal?

Chasin crimes like Hantzel and Gretel when the dust settle

Every one of these cats who got gas like pedals, got deflated

J-Rawls, Makeba, Kweli anticipated

New shit cause your style's so old it depreciated [echoes]

You lost your value, money



[Chorus]

[Both] I pulled your card like spades

and spit with major shit

The ill pitch you afraid to hit, it's like that

[M.M.] Here we go

[T.B.] Here we go

[M.M.] Come on

[T.B.] Uh, come on

[repeat from here we go]

[repeat all]