(talib kweli) 
We lyrically rich, listed, spiritually fit 
Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy 
In god's eyes i'm wealthy 
Felt the power as i entered the palace of 7 lights 
Time traveled with dissipating on battles my brethren fight 
For birth rights they already got, and shouldn't have to get 
Break down the steady plot that's accurate 
Bust the shots that's immaculate 
Take it to your nugget cause my beloveds covet they freedom 
Believe it put nothing above it loving to leave it 
We blessed with free will so we choose to be ill 
Like sharks keep it grooving we could never be still 
Swimming in the channel of life 
The orators of rhymes handling mics 
Tiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelights 
Everlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cash 
Flashing passes for classes of the third past then blast it 
Makaveli 4, i'm betting on brothers who have nothing to live for 
To give more to the struggle, they already at war 
So much on my mind i just can't recline 
Blastin holes til the night bled sunshine 
Breathe in, breathe out 
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call 
I can't take it, i can feel the city breathing 
(mos def) 
I push my pen and wrote this scribe 
Like the morning wouldn't find me alive 
I'm surrounded on all sides 
By the kind in the pool, wise men and the fool 
Young guns in tennis school get no glasses and glue 
Get yours, get it right 
Get down, get paid, get ass, get around 
Get on, get fly, get jig and get high 
Live to get and you'll only end up getting by 
When the nighttime covers the city like a coat 
I approach and assemble my host 
Enter nosed? caught asleep in the city that don't 
Cause i won't that you rest noises on your doorstep 
Dump the stress 
Police the park, mam, raise the park bench on nonsense 
Cause they fail to see the brothers' conference 
Regardless we bond tight and we rumble all day to break night 
Daylight why we living to death, you ain't right 
The same fight about my nighttime habits is mad static 
But the city's just so alive that i just got to have it 
The planet of brook-lawn is what i look on 
Ghetto chef rock your vest while you getting your cook on 
Dedicating this song to scott larock, big and pop 
Call ?nature ray?, betty carter and john henry clark 
Romp around and freedom fights going down 
You set the pace, now you finish the race 
It's on now 
So much on my mind i just can't recline 
Blasting holes til the night bled sunshine 
Breathe in, breathe out 
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call 
I can't take it, i can feel the city breathing 
(bridge) 
Don't get too close because you might get shot (2x) 
(black thought) 
One's for the treble, two's for the bass 
Up in your face, just taking up space 
On the case like blodrack?, drugs like prozac 
Flavor and you know dat kid that shit's so fat 
Downlo devious, previous mischevious 
Looking like a feeling, here to make a killing 
Appealing to the hiphop crowd rowdy loud 
Rahrahrah and harrass pay me cash 
A late night excursion looking and listening 
To scenes i be fitting in the rhyme that i'm getting in 
Finishing the job i'm total asset pass it 
My eyes so red that broke bread i pack nuff lead 
This is how i want it part of the storm 
So when i 8 for the dome then blow the spot is blown 
Do you understand it the mic, yo, i demanded 
Riffing, it doesn't make a difference 
Don't get too close because you might get shot (4x) 
Is it real, huh? is it really is that buddha 
In the philly, i let the smoke influenced me to laught at jokes 
When i'm writing down the hot on paper 
So i create beats to trigger up my flamer 
Then i commence to set it off with a sentence 
"whack emcees keep your distance" 
Instantly just like a bomb of the mic is in my palm 
I do harm but coolly calm with the firearms 
Dangerous flavorous 
Lyrically miracle street life material 
Kept up in the stereo so here we go for niggas know what's up 
Oh yeah, the hardcore shit 
Making chumps forfeit 
Walking on you, stepping on you just like a doormat 
Check the format, definitely all that 
The extreme dopest getting focus 
Now i'm gonna spark this, now i'm gonna smoke this 
Don't get too close because you might get shot (4x)