[Talib Kweli] Yo Dee (What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what
you wan to take a stand to You chumps in trouble we bout to bubble like shampoo You might try but you can't do what Aaron and Sam do You tryin' to ban
telephone Your mum said you weren't home She called you on the telephone Your mum told you weren't home Oh mama, what did you do? what did you do?
Prynn I'm gonna press rewind Like Edward Amos, I'ma stand and deliver Got more rhymes in my head than you got arrows in your quiver Think you can battle me, think you
we all got 'em, we All want 'em. what do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell ya." She said you gotta do your fair share Now cough up half the
Welcome, we love you, we hate you We love you, we want you, we need you We wish we were like you They say you're a saint You're a whore, you're a sinner
walk through it, visit the river and talk to it Simply sayin', "Mr. Water, what is it that you runnin' from?" Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you
Hey, I'll help you find it I do believe that we are practicing the same religion Oh, you really oughta get up now That's right, that's right You really
you don?t know shit I don?t know I guess all we can do is ask them why I don?t have to tell you things are bad everybody knows things are bad pollutions
or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it Some love the speed, some satisfy a need Some want
bad enough to tear hell up I'm doing this for what you made of From that time you made the bitch eat the apple To the time you sent your folks To put
No Bother Run No Dubplate Next To Me Unless You Want Your Date With Destiny Some bwoy a run up dem mouth but, truthfully dem no tell you nothing
keeps stickin' Now, what's really known as a radio cut? When you can say and you can't say (Shit, fuck) I really think you wanna hear it But the radio stations, you
say a prayer, your religion's all you got I know what I'm supposed to know But I dont know when I gotta go I gotta go Somebodys callin me You see what
do all this fucked up shit, man (Yeah, what's this?) I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?) He tells me to do this shit
want to fucking kill me But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11 Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend
of god is just a front That justifies this modern day witch-hunt Your bigoted religion is what you trust But your sick god doesn't govern us
Whether, you police or a thug on the streets Whether, you look for beef or you livin in peace Whether, you back down or you stand strong bold Yo we never