*chanting in background*

[Talib Kweli]

Blaze one for the Brooklyn crew what

Blaze one for the Cincinnati crew yes

And for the whole world and for the whole world

Chorus

Yo Hi Tek they still sleepin

As a right we still peakin

They still weakin we adventurous thrill seekin

We will begin new ways of freakin it

It's the dawn of the MC who think before he spit

On Mission we intercept your transmission

Bringin exactly what the fans missin

You, bare witness to, the transition like

GIVE ME THAT MICROPHONE, man listen

Yo, I literally

Obliterate MC's who rhymin pitifully

Let's get it straight like degrees of longitude and latitude

Adjust your position like your attitude

Even cats frontin had to move

Now let's begin, while you testin these better men

You get fucked up like it's your first Friday as freshman

Letter man on the varsity team, I pipe dream

Make they cream freeze like reindeer caught up in high beams

Yo it seems that they sedative like open wounds and I'm lyrically salty

All your shit is faulty, watch me turn jams into revolutionary parties

Stoppin your heart piece, while we write soliloquies wit Sharpies

We stay in the air like aerosol to carry y'all

?Over crept in? MC's like Jerotol

We men in the mirror y'all, your career is like a metaphor for suffering

When we rush in, beat these niggas like percussion

You ain't touchin nuttin

I give instructions and move on your weak production

Drop that African king shit and the royal flushing

Respect the queen, from straight from BK

Stick like girls' legs when they run the Penn Relay

Chorus

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