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"So Wrong"
[feat. Talib Kweli, Brother Ali & Jean Grae]

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Talib Kweli y'all!

[Talib Kweli:]
Cuttin' niggas down like the amazon for posin' like the cameras on,
And push it with Joell Ortiz gettin' my spanish on. (yo tego hombre!)
Yo, tego hombre! We eatin', money is Nathan's
I'm freakin' these congregations. (uh!) - Deep in their conversation
With people facin' Satan. I bring 'em the word of God. (oh!)
My observation: disturbin' my words to murder your squad! (BLOW, BLOW!)
I pull the trigger with my tongue, grab the Bible like break 'em young.
Spit fire, my brain is the bigger gun!
I'm from Brooklyn, (Brooklyn!) where I'm from we callin' niggas, son. (yeah!)
It's cause we shinin' through the night break out the flashlights! (yeah!)
You must be on a sure flight cause you packed light,
Behave, man! I beat cavemen with stalagmites.
Get up to fight! You too tired for another round? (ding!)
They say I'm worshippin' the devil cause I run this town. (ooh!)
Now let me run it down - and raise the steaks like a boarderhouse (yo, c'mon!)
With one fourth of the Slaughterhouse!

[Joell Ortiz:]
(Yaowa!) The most esquisite so gifted, more like a wizard.
I spit it a frigid blizzard of lyrics
What I exhibit to finish you lil' midgets, admit it!
You'll all diminish for mimickin' my image I'm the sickest nigga forget it! (whooo!)
You'll never be near as clever or better
Every letter will sever your metal or medulla whatever.
You fellas are feathers don't measure up well with a heavy medicine pedal
An incredible Pelle leather rockin' Hip-Hop Fererer! (OOOHHH!)
Better off servin 'em! Every word got a purpose murderous verses,
Emergin' beneath the surface like volcanos I burn. (ssssh!)
Every person on earth should be nervous become service and worship,
The permanently perfect version of Merciless Copernicus. (AAAOOOOWWW!)
I was simple as stars an astronomer
Found my bars a kilometer off to mars the odometer.
A phenomenon, no common dynamotor able to monitor

[Chorus: Brother Ali]
Been tellin' me that I'm so wrooong,
Kickin' through life, - like a ROLLIN' stone.
I built this buildin' all on my OWN,
I'm at - HOME on this microphone. - Y'all don't hear me, tho!

Been tellin' me that I'm so wrooong,
Kickin' through life, - like a ROLLIN' stone.
I built this buildin' all on my OWN,
I'm at - HOME on this microphone.

[Brother Ali:]
Uhh! - I finally figured the com-petition,
On a - mission to gimme a pot to piss in.
I work - hard, play harder than hard de-cisions
Facin' - all like a head on car col-lision.
Dig it? - 'Bout to forgive y'all what y'all been mis-sin'
Somethin' crispy for ya listenin' or-ganism!
Awww, shit! God forbid your my op-position
All that's sure 'gon get you a heart con-dition.
Pimpin' - the plot thickens!
The shot that you kick a make your balls like - ROCK while your feet get - LOST, GET
DROPPED on your seat, ex-HAUSTED by the heat
Then - tossed in the meat grinder, grind to the beat;
UHH! - 2010, I'm in house a-gain
Straight 6PM and ain't about to bend.
Close your eyes and count to ten!
Get that mic' OUT your hand, we don't know where your mouth has been!
Street feeder, - a street preacher!
Key note keepin peace keeper. - Elite,
UHH! - True believer, few G's can keep up,
Don't - need your critique or your halftime speech neither!
MC Phoenix, sweet Jesus, - retreat it!
Wouldn't believe it if indeed they don't see it!
They take the chief cheeba chief it.
Try to sneak a peek, into the recess is of my deep seeded ge-nius!


[Jean Grae:]
Hold up! - Greasy - slick talker. - Pick head picker! (OOOWWWW!)
Shit sparker the lit bender the big sister.
Face puncher when your bass jumpin' off a cliff,
The race mix face morphin' pick pain off your chick.
Lips spittin' webs like Kris and Parker,
Peter, pardon! - Flip junk and just to boost the whips magnetism. (uh-huh!)
The vast Magnum hitter. ('ey, sexy!)
Grown woman don't start a black woman on some: "No, he didn't"! (uhh!)
No prison goin' no vixen roll playin' sista!
No - gold-digger - hoe shit! (no way!)
I'm a boulder brass a ceremonious master, [inhale]
Second to only have to wait. - NO BITCH!
Oppose that the cold facts hard one simultaneously
With the bars will get you bar none proof. (ooh!)
I'm amazin'! - Group spontaneous to burst, (ooh, shit!)
And I lay in a verse, - upon namin' me to birth.
They just placed me in the booth and I said: "Pray! "
Yeah; I was talkin', I was walkin' on the first day, and you wasn't?
Second day sparkin' in the cot with my cousin, (wooord!)
Three-four - parkin' in the lot, - playin' dozens. (uh-huh!)
Five on the block y'all be huggin'. (uh!)
Six doin' shots of the licks trippin' buzzin'. (uh-huh!)
Seventh, I rested. - I wasn't exhausted. (naaah!)
I was takin' a break so you can go and do your shit! (now go 'head!)

[Chorus] [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for correcting these lyrics]

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