[Talib Kweli] nYo, we been through this before right? (Word, word...) So wenfigurin', if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y'know what I'm sayin?n(True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?nSo Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch...nnn[Jane Doe]nHail Mary, 'matta fact hail JanenNiggaz take my name in vain like I was cocainenMy affirmations kill emcees like assasinationnBringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccinationnOr vaccine, I shine like VaselinenGas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleumnMy vocab expand like a rubber bandnWalkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brother, mannNiggaz just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like seasonnAnd scar these rappers like lesionnIt's treason, my suspension attract attentionnI'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detentionnDid I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane DoenDrenched in Polo, chill downtown in SohonYou don't know, this is just half my potentialnCheck my credentials, come harder than sequentialnIt's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestriannThey bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogennRhyme against the best of men, Jane burn it upnWhen you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!nn[Wordsworth]nYo...get it...yonYo, we fortified live, supportin' alliesnThe actors tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyesnBut here is somethin the cryin talk aboutnThe verse on that cassette you and cousin fought aboutnThat led to God and Satan's fallin' outnEncourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' outnOn 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my housenRevive or ruin, my theories on micsnSony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypesnSearch for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stocknSo shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocksnRain of acid drops, seek some helpnNow don't rewind, get it the first time, nShouldn't have to repeat myselfnEternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs nIn rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line outnKnown fact for factors and non-rappers fracturednResults in more cast appearances than a hundred actorsnEmcees I'm testin' like disease injections in gerbilsnWordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what...nn[Talib Kweli]nMy style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conknCuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe MonchnThinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like iluminationnIntellectual masturbation with premature ejaculationnI'm comin' cleaner than vaccinationsnMy fascination with character assassination, nGot these niggaz burnin' like sensationnWe keep it hot like matches and on lock like latchesnWack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patchesnSo YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)nMy lyrics they get up in your genes like ParasucosnSo there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and botherednLike the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with starsnAnd got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get brokennMe and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like VulcansnThink I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreamsnSee through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate cleannLike a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorusnTurnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimusnYou stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgynous masogynistnYou pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like OptimusnTransformin', from rookie of the year to veterannHip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicinenBut fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the doornI got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'nnCHORUS:n[Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know,nyo!)nBlackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)n[Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emceenWe got the fortified five, exhibit level degreenn[Punchline]nCheck it...nI keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophetnGet deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garmentnI touch topics that try to open up your opticsnVacate in the Tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projectsnCut the nonsense, I'm hotter than alot a mennStart honorin', got more wifeys than SolomonnFuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddombnRegardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit onnOnce you get on, it's fair you can't trust (Yes!)nWords & Punch, make rappers march like the third monthnI build with friends, lyrically spit gemsnCall me diamond, cuz I'm your girl's best friendnEmcees are born losers, alcoholic abusersnI'll go on the radio and start a gay rumornAnd then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo yanLabel shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumorsnMy gat claps, 50% of the wacknTake it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat capnGet robbed for your ASCAP, leave you insidenFortified live, reppin' NY 'til I die!nn[Mos Def]nBlack body radiation situation that we workin' wit'nMy verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' servicesnThe purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousnessnWe are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergerencenSuperlative, you fabricated like the word absurditivenI'm rockin this from here to where the persians livenTo Brooklyn where the merchants livenNext door to the murderers nAnd bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternativenMy memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat JeepsnLegendary athletes who play by the trash heapnMy crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweetnTreadin' on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feetnFlashy, it was between DeKalb and PulaskynOff the meter like an out of borough taxinThey run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and craftynAnd SWAT are either sittin' in Clinton or KaksakinMan Rudolph can screw off! You too soft to stop usnYou and your coppers should see some foot doctorsnGot your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked upnCuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked upnHide yaself like Donna Summer, another number onenAnd comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' downnBaby let me run it down,nMos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor.. umm..E!nExcuse me! Just ate another emcee!nSometimes that's just how it benPartner wash you down with green tea and some limenWe like the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS!n