Текст песни Talib Kweli and DJ Celory - Great Expectations
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My nigga Punchline want his moneyYo, this is a capitalist societyYo!Hello world, how y`all doin?Don`t be shy, y`all can wave back, manI know y`all can`t see meOh you got it?[ VERSE 1: Talib Kweli ]Talib Kweli ichiban in Japan is mush-mushYo, I`m able to keep it fresh like veggie tables and couscousGot my comp in a catch deuce-deuceLivin proof, you want the truth?Nah, you can`t handle the truthI flip it like any Angelo, be it Michael- or D`Paint the ceiling with my sounds, smoke trees with melodiesI enter the palace with no malice intendedIf l`s make you cough a chalice is recommendedParticularly filled with sticky that I got from MannyI`m breakin mics like Amy Fisher breakin a familyIt can be, all so simple if you let itIf you don`t want to, fuck it, forget it, yo, don`t sweat itYou feel littleWhen you let the power of the rhythm hit youWhite Widow got my eyes ChineseBut sharp as leavesOf paper cuttin your skinWhenever I write with my penAnd make a pointY`all be like, "Yeah, that`s the joint"Yo Matt, got the track on they DATThat make it easy to completeCause I write shit with or without a beatSee you on the hook like a fishWe knock it out, no doubt, the shit fixedLike carols at ChristmasSo bounce, come on, bounce, come onI lock you in my sentence and the shit`s a run-onTokyo, where you at?Brooklyn, where you at?[ CHORUS ]Kweli next to be up, so I suggest you re-upOr freeze up like you hear a shotNow I can trace the tracks of all the teardropsOf every single MC in earshotI fear not or none, number oneIchiban, none, number one, ichiban[ VERSE 2: Talib Kweli ]I get my camouflage from Weiss/MahoneyMy rhymes are worth the price of SonyYour light like last for one minute like Rice-A-RoniSon, I`m nice, you`re phoneyIt seems all you want in life`s to know meI`m colder than when the ground`s covered with ice and it`s snowyOne and only Talib Kweli from Eternal ReflectYo, I come to Tokyo where everything is Hi-TekSo I feel right at home, rightin poems, fightin clonesWho bite my own style cause they ain`t got oneI got drive while you ride shotgunPlease stop, sonI watch _Get on the Bus_ a lotAnd all this shabuya has got to stopI`m just playin, Japanese culture is like amazinAnimation is like hair-raisinKick selection got no limitEatin seaweed, maybe one day I get with itBut when I see weed I`m smokinHeh, I`m just jokinReally not thoughMy homie Common told me, "Arigato"My art got noBoundaries like Pablo PicassoWho? You don`t know, you never knewBig up to RuSee you in the show on the AvenueOf the AmericasEtcetera, etceteraYou get the point, you want hot shit, I got a plethoraClassics, it`s the best ofBrooklyn, New York CitySo we`re never comin shittyI get more love in Japan than _Hello Kitty_Such a pity, these MC`s think they hangin with meCatch me on Japanese MTV with Mos Diddy[ CHORUS ]Kweli is next to be up, so I suggest you re-upOr freeze up like you hear shotsNow I can trace the tracks of all the teardropsOf every single MC in earshotI fear not or none, number oneIchiban, none, number one, ichibanNone, number one, ichbinan, no-no-no-no-no...Here we go, one, two, come onHere we go, one, two, come onYo, I`m outPeace