, players with cream If I die my spirit will jump inside machines Runnin' niggaz over like Christine (Sorry) I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with, Different stages, way back in '88t, Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake, My
to look at all the angles As the quiet workings of a broken man The time is burning like a candle And it makes you think of how it all began Well step
to be Where hella niggas get shot at So you'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better
had on polka dots with a miniskirt Jumped in the car, straight went to work I must to bust two nuts, back to back Never seen a bitch work head like that
? You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas Now nip, dip, roll the strip Gonna take your mind on a serious tip Like always I made the beat funky I keep your head
agony An frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn?t stop me Retaliation 'cuz his only climax was pay back He let his wounds heal an got more get back
kill your unborn child His day is coming, his day is coming A question burns beneath the centuries of dirt That voice you've heard Well, every head'
people. (Ms. Dynamite) Gwanin, better step back, we do like mother we dun take backchat, Now step up stage N' you shoot to d' front Criss N' Pristine fall back wid heads
us, trying to sound like us You're playing me too close motherfucker, you need to step the fuck On back, take your ass on back to wherever the fuck you
the jungles Aiyyo, we livin' it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide We gladly pesent to you, step back We gladly pesent to you, step back 'Cause I take up
back to the top Every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange For every white fan that he's got like damn we just swapped Sittin' back look
way that I know how to escape from this 8 mile road I'm walking these train tracks, tryin' to regain back The spirit I had fore I go back to the same
O Ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies Freeze, catch the wave, later, rappers got the alphabet But I'm an Alpha Beta Kappa rappers, they form my alumni Step
back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) The word is back (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yessir the word is back [fades out: "Yes, the word is back..."]
Talib Kweli-Verse 1 Here I am... step out on the block to face the sun Greet the people in the village that raised my son As far as days go this look
even when I'm improvised Step into my zone get flown like fly By the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik We go back
front dow, front row with tha crew I pull up the Valey in the 09' Cedes And turn up heads up all the fly ladies I lift the dows out, then lift the dows up Step