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if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by

Same league that defends
Be
much soul to the bone
I told y'all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone
Spy vs. Spy, can't truss em, as you salute to the illuminati
why'know
the scientific
Element, content
We spy the view

[Chorus]
A fever's brought me close to you
In ways we can not be
A fever's brought me close to you
In ways
first the country or the man

Look at those slanted eyes coming up over the hill
Catching us by surprise, it's time to kill or be killed

Over here,
first the country or the man

Look at those slanted eyes coming up over the hill
Catching us by surprise, it's time to kill or be killed

Over here,
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by

Same league that defends
Be
Peak hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand
Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy
one hand
Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented
Divine universal
the cops come ride with me
I'm all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me
If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me
Experience my ill pain,
pains 
Hooked on drums and who fight with chains. 
It?s Faulkner and Baldwin. 
Insult and curse reality. 
Spy vs. spy and the cult of personality.
I call you up but you're not home so I drive by and spy on you
Your car is there and the lights are on where are you, my mr. right?

I know you're
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire 
Hot sauce dripping from their toes 
(â??Oh! That tickles!â??) 
Yuletide squirrels fresh filleted by the choir
line dialectic
Dig the perspective
Of an open minded skeptic
Where you're skeptical
Looks don't count
Better off judging by rhymebooks
And share
say ock.
I got tired of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera.
Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-'cause I love thee.
If you live by the sword,
the undertow of what the tide took
The put together scenes
Make it all seem clean
A pacified pictures the life-fiend dream
Till its tried by the spies that's
And phenom limp it to the wicked recon.
Prowler fist up with a Bowser twist vs. America's kooky coward clips.
Pump breaks, cupcake, I melt through the father
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
A conquer at the cocoon,
Conquest to the capsule that covers and encloses seed soul
Spirit manifestation in this material world and experience of the senses
my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news, tellin the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes
Watchin me
over the mat
He lies, but only when there's a reason
Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
Poor at handling and managing income
Got enough
Okay, it's the emcee extraordinaire Talib Kweli
Chillin' on Soundbombing 3 with my people's
From the East, Cypha Soundz, from West, Mr. Choc
This is
Okay, it's the emcee extraordinaire Talib Kweli
Chillin' on Soundbombing 3 with my people's
From the East, Cypha Soundz, from West, Mr. Choc
This is
that, I laugh at competition 
I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned 
Check the royal posture, by the way where's my oscar 
Crack your legs like
Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me

You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter,
skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah want to see me
[defari]
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If i had some gasoline