Supreme, Supreme

[Intro] {Talib Kweli} Whoo We on fire tonight Whoo Yeah, we on fire tonight Whoo Black Star in the house fo' sho' (Yeah) Yo, now everybody go... (C'mon) [Intro Chorus] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def} Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme) Bay-be get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme, Yeah, Yeah) Side to side... [Verse 1] {Talib Kweli} 'Bout to slap box with the beat The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street You can see the crack spot in the backdrop The heat in the stash box of the black drop You wonder why there's more crime Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line Getting information from the nigga-net The trickle-down theory guess it ain't reached niggaz yet I make a bigger bet Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat 'cause there's hardly any real niggaz left What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout Living a movie but the audience is walking out I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest 'Til there's only five hard beats left It's like a dead man walking I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking [Chorus] Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme) Bay-be get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme) [Verse 2] {Mos Def} Yo' I got my headphones up like I'm listening close Face blank with expression it isn't a joke Start fire, sit back and spit its smoke To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat Mad problems...Take all the niggaz you know Add that number up with every nigga you don't Final number, some total of the niggaz that won't Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style What time it is, crew you can hate me now And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again Buck town republic again Writing on the wall trouble again Intensify struggle and such Killers, Sad lovers deluxe Sound garnered, for the wild hearted Downtrodden, up-starters Young violent, uprising Cocaine, and gunpowder Up north, or bus crowded Daily vibes to thug mountain Cold caves or peaks of high Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide If you wonder why you got so much on your mind 'cause your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time Fall back without recovering time, and time's up Brooklyn, put your dimes up [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] {Mos Def + Talib Kweli} {Mos Def} I put feeling inside of my rap Hold it down for my side of the map No matter what north, south east or west side of the mat Bend a needle on the mind and it's back {Talib Kweli} Got a problem with that? The holler back and the stars is black We the New Era you just a Starter cap Find out what happens when the artist in tact Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that {Mos Def} Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink You a vessel that's promised to sink Terra Firma ain't as hard as you think Stare down, and you starting to blink {Talib Kweli} Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth And spit out the truth 'Til the cops come and spray the booth [Chorus 2X] [Outro] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def} Its all right with you its all right with me Do the damn thing what you wanna be (Supreme, Supreme) That's right, that's right that's right that's right That's right, that's right that's right that's right (Supreme, Supreme) [Repeated 3X More] [Talking]