Featuring Bahamadia




[Talib Kweli]



We Your Rhyme Sayers We Lead You Like A Beacon



Of Light Out Of The Chaos Cuttin Down Overzealous



Players Who Stare We're The Winners Of The Game



Walk In We'l Prepared Climbin The Stairways



To Heaven While You Scared Of The People Livin Under



Ground Heard The Sound Of The Clap Made You Wonder



If It Was A Gun The Crowd Or Some Thunder



All Of That Was Out My Window When I Was Younger



Now I'm Much Older, Lyrical Clap MC's



If You Don't Know By Now, Let Me Aquaint You With My Steez



(C'mon) I Don't Get On Stage And Waste Your Time



Niggaz Got A Lot To Say But They Just Can't Rhyme



They Just Babies, I Snatch Em Out They Incubators



Attach Them To Respirators, They Breathin Hard Like Darth Vader



Hard As Candy And Suck Like Now Or Laters



After A While Your Style's Tasteless And It GOT NO FLAVOR




[Bahamadia]



Projects My Eyesights To The Heavens Like Dead Or Wise Sages



Release What I Hold Save It Through My Book Of Rhyme Pages



Scripts Be Ageless, Like Scrolls From Dead Sea



The Cadence Off And On Like The Motion Of Tai Chi



Ba-ha-ma-D, Wor-dy, To Reflect, Eternally



Science To A Remedy To Help And Get My People Free, But



Little Support, Got My Thesis On Freeze



My Only Option's Doin Bootlegs For The Japanese



Get About Eight G's, A Heavy Buzz Overseas



Sacrifice A Pill To Mainstream And Do What I Believe, Cause



Down To The Chromosomes I'm A Purist To This Artform



Enlighten Who I Touch And Let The World Catch On




[Talib Kweli + Bahamadia]



Yeah, We Your Rhyme Sayers, Who Lead You Like A Beacon



Of Light, Out Of The Chaos, Cuttin Down Overzealous



Players Who Stare, We're The Winners Of The Game