| I don’t…
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| Remember the first time I heard Kwe-li
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| I don’t remember what I was doing
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| There were no remembered witnesses to my doings
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| But it seems like I’ve known him, forever
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| He who has, moved through mornings and midnights
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| Through, deaths and dawns
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| To document our bones our blood our lives
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| Listen, listen to his exact wings
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| Strumming mists from clouds
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| Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth
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| Listen to his, revolution of syllables
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| Scoping lightning from his pores
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| Keeping time, with his hurricane beat
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| Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER
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| Yeah, they say you can’t please everybody…
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| Let’s go~! |
| Yeah, ay, they ain’t know what that sound like
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| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
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| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
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| Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
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| On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
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| Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred
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| That never makes it to the world to be seen or heard
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| Do it breathe, do it got a heartbeat, is it alive
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| Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky
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| I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain’t my full potential
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| Only usin' 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals
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| But incidentally my, energy heavenly
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| Can he be so ill there ain’t no, pill or no remedy
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| The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate
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| Make no mistake there ain’t no escapin your destiny
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| Especially when, 'til death do us part, like wedding rings
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| I’ll be here forever, put that on e’rything
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| Your everything man
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| Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end
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| Your father, your brother, your lover your friend
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| The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain
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| That’s right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain
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| My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train
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| All city all night I’m enjoyin the fame
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| I’m a hustler, I’m a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general
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| In the battle between God or the Devil
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| I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system
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| I’ll do your hittin, your catching and you’re relief pitchin
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| This kid proficient in, every position
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| The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision
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| 'Til it’s quite clear like light beer, yeah I’m standin right here
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| I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air
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| I try to fit it in the same rhyme
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| But realize, I can’t be everything to everyone at the same time
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| Your everything man
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| First time I heard him, I was in Japan
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| Seems like the first time I heard him was like, the Reflection, Reflection
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| Eternal
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| Like when Kanye came out I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say
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| that but
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| New York native, and serious Talib fan
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| I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli
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| Him, Mos Def all of them man, I need them out here in my life
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| It’s a rainy morning in New York City |