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[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Lo-Fi, I be pimping poems like I’m Blowfly The darkness only broken up by the flashing lights that go by So fly, since the days of [?] Rolling with stoners who be chiefing the keef like they love Sosa Selena Gomez, pull up to any club on a moped With some dirty ass broke heads look a little [?] The bouncer be like “go ‘head” Promoters will walk me right to a table and be like “this is your spread” Surrounded by the dope and the coke heads, burning candles at both ends I’m low-key like Thor’s brother but don’t sleep, there’s more of us The people’s champion, recording on the tour bus As we’re drawing skelly boards on the pavement To making [?] tapes in the basement Heeding the call for elevations to tour the nation Crossing waters, getting searched at the borders, they out of order Never finding what they looking for, smoking like a bullet hole I’m a [?] writers be looking to when they look for quotes A silent hush as soon as I took the floor for Brooklyn though Not everything is copasetic But the dope that they peddle never settle for the open credit The guns fire when shit get drier than the Gobi Dessert The bishops get together, this the type of behaviour that get the Pope beheaded The conspire, they level with trees and it’s unrivalled Going back a while, the story ancient as a sundial The two thou, seen ‘em pull out in front of the [?] Letras de cancionesSome wild, [?] D’Angelo video untitled Yea, rap tighter than your bible belt Ring shit, king shit, lions mane, tigers pelt The flow you beholding be more golden than Midas belt (I ain’t know you like to get wet) Get you higher than Michael Phelps In a world we murder over [?] slice And the only time you hoping God bless you is when you sneeze, right? All the real music fans be like Indie 500 [?] [Verse 2: NIKO IS] [?] man built this with my bare hands And I made a living off of making circles square dance Pardon my je-ne-sais-quoi, now we flying Air France Wifi on the plane, I tweet “ [?] Joey “ California brother in the 80’s like hair bands The smell of the rare pants go “whoa!”, Rick Flair pants More passionate than six bear fans I swear mans, I swear I never share plans These muthafuckas be quick to buy that deal Everybody know that this the shit right here My pen skills with the pencils got me big fans like windmills Superman flow, I could bend steel In a game where everybody pretends to be real and trends kill The flow like electrified fence feels Ok, been there with the afro, on the floor [?] [?] Mushrooms and big freaking [?] And time flies when you can see the hour on the hand move Party doesn’t start until I Christopher Walken Ok, Zorro with the sword and cape out No tripping on the money cause there’s more to make out I transcend time, broken watches never coordinated Ignore the hate, beat the noise that [?] makes, Brazilian I’m just coordinating my energy accordingly I’m putting myself in a place most rappers can’t afford to be Snort the flow [?] drink the shots [?] With a Georgia piece [?] And I’m pouring out for all the homies that had to leave for war and peace So I say shit metaphorically and never let it get more of me Jamla is the squad and Khrysis got the jam [?] [?] From Letras Mania