featuring Jane Doe, Punch and Words
[Talib Kweli]
Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word...) So we
figurinand', if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, yand'know what Iand'm sayin?
(True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch...
[Jane Doe]
Hail Mary, and'matta fact hail Jane
Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assasination
Bringinand' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
My vocab expand like a rubber band
Walkinand' nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggaz just donand't understand my reasons, I transcend like season
And scar these rappers like legion
Itand's treason, my suspension attract attention
Iand'm ventinand', givinand' these chickenheads detention
Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You donand't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
Itand's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
They bless me on the track cuz I attack witand' the estrogen
Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up
When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!
[Wordsworth]
Yo...get it...yo
Yo, we fortified live, supportinand' allies
The wack is tryinand' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
But here is someand'n the cryinand' talk about
The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
That led to God and Satanand's fallinand' out
Encourage the liquor for those who ainand't here that you pourinand' out
On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes
Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughinand' stock
So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help
Now donand't rewind, get it the first time,
Shouldnand't have to repeat myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts youand'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
Emcees Iand'm testinand' like diseases injected in gerbils
Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what...
[Talib Kweli]
My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
Thinkinand' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
Iand'm cominand' cleaner than vaccinations
My fascination with character assassination,
Got these niggaz burninand' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)
My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos
So thereand's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takinand' pictures with stars
And got and'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think Iand'm jokinand'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipinand' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightinand' shit up like phosphorus
Turninand' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressinand' to optimus
You stoppinand' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
You pickinand' the wrong time, steppinand' to me when Iand'm in my prime like Optimus
Transforminand', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
I got to many reasons, save your and'whysand' and and'what forsand'
CHORUS:
[Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so Iand'm lettinand' you know (let and'em know,
yo!)
Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)
[Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee
We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree
[Punchline]
Check it...
I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
I touch topics that try to open up your optics
Vacate in the Tropics, you dodginand' bullets in the projects
Cut the nonsense, Iand'm hotter than alot a men
Start honorinand', got more wifeys than Solomon
Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb
Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on
Once you get on, itand's fair you canand't trust (Yes!)
Words and Punch, make rappers march like the third month
I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
Call me diamond, cuz Iand'm your girland's best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
Iand'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then Iand'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, 50% of the wack
Take it back to real rap, Krylons witand' the fat cap
Get robbed for your ASCAP, leave you inside
Fortified live, reppinand' NY and'til I die!
[Mos Def]
Black body radiation situation that we workinand' witand'
My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campinand' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergerence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
Iand'm rockin this from here to where the purges live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
Next door to the murderers
And bourbon is a elder manand's medicinal alternative
My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat Jeeps
Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
My crew wasnand't that deep, but beef we didnand't act sweet
Treadinand' on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feet
Flashy, it was between DeKalb and Pulasky
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
And SWAT are either sittinand' in Clinton or Kaksaki
Man Rudolph can screw off! You too soft to stop us
You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gonand' be locked up
Hide yaself like Donna Summer, another number one
And cominand' from the underground, this is how itand's cominand' down
Baby let me run it down,
Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor..andlt;ahemandgt; umm..E!
Excuse me! Just ate another emcee!
Sometimes thatand's just how it be
Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS!
