featuring Bahamadia

[Talib Kweli]

We your rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon

of light out of the chaos cuttin down overzealous

players who stare we're the winners of the game

Walk in we'l prepared climbin the stairways

to heaven while you scared of the people livin under

ground heard the sound of the clap made you wonder

If it was a gun the crowd or some thunder

All of that was out my window when I was younger

Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's

If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez

(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time

Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme

They just babies, I snatch em out they incubators

Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard like Darth Vader

Hard as candy and suck like Now or Laters

After a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR

[Bahamadia]

Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages

Release what I hold save it through my book of rhyme pages

Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from dead sea

The cadence off and on like the motion of Tai Chi

Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect, Eternally

Science to a remedy to help and get my people free, but

little support, got my thesis on freeze

My only option's doin bootlegs for the Japanese

Get about eight G's, a heavy buzz overseas

Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and do what I believe, cause

down to the chromosomes I'm a purist to this artform

Enlighten who I touch and let the world catch on

[Talib Kweli + Bahamadia]

Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon

of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous

players who stare, we're the winners of the game