feat. Mos Def



{*man talking*}

haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be careful

I mean that ain't your average, garden variety

run of the mill gangster bullshit

Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge

Just look at ya, together

You, you little black stovepipe colored nigga

You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey

The man that brought self love

to the black consciousness movement of the 1930s

And now when we speak about complexion

We move into (???) of where y'all comin from

Yeah, red boned, variety covered

genie in a bottle lookin motherfucker

You are the same complexion as Malcolm X

Ooh I'm tellin you you brothers you're gonna be large

But like I said, you gotta be careful

See, cuz you are tellin the truth



[Talib Kweli]

Me and my man came out to put it down

Yeah, we bout to do it all over again

Here we go



A lotta cats like to get on the microphone and front

They say they rollin the paper like they ran outta blunts

Tell ya how much the Soundscan of the month

The man tell you to just do it

We never let the man take advantage of us

You get props off the diamonds you rented

I get my props off the rhymes I invented

Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it

Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked your ass with class

And we still take it to Brooklyn when we ready to splash

Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast

I'm all ready to last, I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast

Married to the movement like a (???)

The rhyme veteran

You actin real bitch right now like a lesbian thespian

Since they let me in the back I've been droppin you

(???), stay fresh and clean like hospitals

In the war the Cris' poppin, the wallet to wrist watches

You ever t