[Verse One: Styles P] Make your movie in HD, bet you it ain't a saga Me I'm a slinger, you a singer like Lady Gaga I could see through you 'bout as clear as Croc Vodka Knock out your teeth with the back of the mic proper I don't give a fuck about a chopper Leave you and the doctor, our pot filled with Big Poppa Make sixteens I call Oscars for actors Get in your neck and your back like chiropractors I'm so nice I could give you a fact backwards Out hardest the is Ghost, keep your kids close Sick when I was nine years old, ask my kinfolk My people been broke, a couple been rich If rap was jail I be runnin the whole pen bitch Ghost, Talib and Jean Grae X-Men of Hip Hop, and still rock, harder than Green Day Classic, like vinyl but let the machines spray
[Chorus: Talib Kweli] Come on peel the bail off the knot, in ya pocket Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it Down got green in the black sacks of chocolate Stop it, before you say somethin that's out of pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket
[Verse Two: Jean Grae] (Put your rock out in my pocket, nigga!) No it's not...like Charlie Brown who got a {ROCK!} In his pocket Trick or Treat'n, I mean I'm a medium for leakin heat, a freakin genie, Jean's a geni-us You idiots, I'm mean to you sweetie and I'm a queen I don't swing open like Lamborghini doors do - whores do My job is to floor you, lock you and ignore you Pop you like a blocked call, I'm like Rockmore You +Watching Me+ like Rockwell's pop song, it's popped on (Ya lockjaw's a good thing) I'm glad I put the hammer to it My handle is where hand'll rest (Man, she didn't do it) Yeah, what they said, don't want no more rain to jockin round That would be worse than K-Fed doin poppers out (Ew!) Right from my momma's house with this little rocket out Jesus~! Wet my fingers and just stick 'em in the socket now (Please) I'd rather be dead than watch wack shit Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell 'em I kicked... ten buckets And it's all your fault, I'm rotting Shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking Huh, it's all your fault, I'm rottin You shouldn'ta done that, lied about rockin
[Chorus: Talib Kweli] Come on peel the bail off the knot, in ya pocket Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it Down got green in the black sacks of chocolate Stop it, before you say somethin that's out of pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket
[Verse Three: Talib Kweli] What is it? ... What, is you tryin to lose your life? Ancient wisdom like druids but I'm foolish on the mic Flow the truest undisputed cause I do it how I like It's the crack so the fiends' lips is bluish from the pipe Nice try, you ain't fly, you lyin on the ProTools Yeah your vocals mighta flew but you local like Q I blind these old roots and new dudes don't work Even though they softer than yogurt, and covert If you don't work you don't eat You fuck around and get higher than the nosebleed seats, try to compete Ya done beat yourself before ya even started E'rybody knows you don't go full retarded, bogus artists rock the stage, you goin off the page and makin no sense The way I do these rappers so ugly the flow is grotesque (whoa) Your flow is Kotex, it's no contest U.F.O., unidentified flyin object What, you a friend or you a foe? What kind of energy provoked, I keep my enemies close (close) I got a tendency to smoke And I stay in the mix like Hennessy and Coke, whoa What, you a friend or you a foe? What kind of energy provoked, I keep my enemies close (close) I got a tendency to smoke And I stay in the mix like Hennessy and Coke, whoa
[Chorus: Talib Kweli] Come on peel the bail off the knot, in ya pocket Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it Down got green in the black sacks of chocolate Stop it, before you say somethin that's out of pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse One: Styles P] Make your movie in HD, bet you it ain't a saga Me I'm a slinger, you a singer like Lady Gaga I could see through you 'bout as clear as Croc Vodka Knock out your teeth with the back of the mic proper I don't give a fuck about a chopper Leave you and the doctor, our pot filled with Big Poppa Make sixteens I call Oscars for actors Get in your neck and your back like chiropractors I'm so nice I could give you a fact backwards Out hardest the is Ghost, keep your kids close Sick when I was nine years old, ask my kinfolk My people been broke, a couple been rich If rap was jail I be runnin the whole pen bitch Ghost, Talib and Jean Grae X-Men of Hip Hop, and still rock, harder than Green Day Classic, like vinyl but let the machines spray
[Chorus: Talib Kweli] Come on peel the bail off the knot, in ya pocket Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it Down got green in the black sacks of chocolate Stop it, before you say somethin that's out of pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket
[Verse Two: Jean Grae] (Put your rock out in my pocket, nigga!) No it's not...like Charlie Brown who got a {ROCK!} In his pocket Trick or Treat'n, I mean I'm a medium for leakin heat, a freakin genie, Jean's a geni-us You idiots, I'm mean to you sweetie and I'm a queen I don't swing open like Lamborghini doors do - whores do My job is to floor you, lock you and ignore you Pop you like a blocked call, I'm like Rockmore You +Watching Me+ like Rockwell's pop song, it's popped on (Ya lockjaw's a good thing) I'm glad I put the hammer to it My handle is where hand'll rest (Man, she didn't do it) Yeah, what they said, don't want no more rain to jockin round That would be worse than K-Fed doin poppers out (Ew!) Right from my momma's house with this little rocket out Jesus~! Wet my fingers and just stick 'em in the socket now (Please) I'd rather be dead than watch wack shit Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell 'em I kicked... ten buckets And it's all your fault, I'm rotting Shouldn'ta done that, lied about rocking Huh, it's all your fault, I'm rottin You shouldn'ta done that, lied about rockin
[Chorus: Talib Kweli] Come on peel the bail off the knot, in ya pocket Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it Down got green in the black sacks of chocolate Stop it, before you say somethin that's out of pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket
[Verse Three: Talib Kweli] What is it? ... What, is you tryin to lose your life? Ancient wisdom like druids but I'm foolish on the mic Flow the truest undisputed cause I do it how I like It's the crack so the fiends' lips is bluish from the pipe Nice try, you ain't fly, you lyin on the ProTools Yeah your vocals mighta flew but you local like Q I blind these old roots and new dudes don't work Even though they softer than yogurt, and covert If you don't work you don't eat You fuck around and get higher than the nosebleed seats, try to compete Ya done beat yourself before ya even started E'rybody knows you don't go full retarded, bogus artists rock the stage, you goin off the page and makin no sense The way I do these rappers so ugly the flow is grotesque (whoa) Your flow is Kotex, it's no contest U.F.O., unidentified flyin object What, you a friend or you a foe? What kind of energy provoked, I keep my enemies close (close) I got a tendency to smoke And I stay in the mix like Hennessy and Coke, whoa What, you a friend or you a foe? What kind of energy provoked, I keep my enemies close (close) I got a tendency to smoke And I stay in the mix like Hennessy and Coke, whoa
[Chorus: Talib Kweli] Come on peel the bail off the knot, in ya pocket Be a super star at the bar, we 'bout to lock it Down got green in the black sacks of chocolate Stop it, before you say somethin that's out of pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket Rock, rock, drop it in the pocket
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