Hi-Tek Brooklyn! New York City Cin-ci-natti! Keep on Talib Kweli-Verse 1: It's a funky sen-sa-tion ain't it? I'm havin a conversation wit'cho imagination
make me think of way back when I was the portrait of the artist as a young man All them teenage dreams of rapping, writing rhymes on napkins Was really visualization, making
that destroy the toy and the train All city, all night I'm enjoyin' the fame I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general In the
both partners, they all heartless With no conscience, back streets stay darkened Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin You either make a
bitches make up the decor I look in, he got a company porns I tell him, "Nah I'm good, I woulda chubbed her before" I'm a new man but I could fuck with
, what, what? (What, what, what?) What, what, what, what, what, what, what? (What, what, what? Superstar) Aiyyo, we light a candle Run laps around the English channel Neptunes, I got a
fame Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a right [Sound of speeding motorcycle] [Chorus
, he should wear only the rope flower I can't be a broke nigga, better in showers Sellin' CD's on the corner of Sunset and Dower A small fry nigga in a
point bulletin On a black male Jamaican Meanwhile a dark lookable crook Is in a alleyway for retaliation A limo pulled across the street from a gas station
and sisters, this is not a test I've been asked by Public Enemy leader Chuck D To make this emergency announcement The police in your cities, for all
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
still find new ways to recognize shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each
its backside Sayin' you can call it a night I get a rush like a bird's eye view of the city at the clock-die When the street lights ignite 'Cuz by then
1, 2, 1, 2 Yeah, y'all can hear me Make the drumming sound, yeah Let's ride, yeah, yeah Be clear, we here lights out Eat here, sleep here, my house Rhyme
s Make a Movie) U be my actress, lay down on the mattress, lights, camera, action, yeahh (Let's Make a Movie) This is a Duval County Production, Sexual
wit ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video, motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with diddy (*phone sounds*) Red bone
get a little sporty Bringing the city blue, I ?ma pittin? is slurry shorty Saying hi now, girl, tryna get a little naughty Get their number call up, kinda just make up a
indian dance don't make it rain But it make it little harder try to break the chains It's all the same, it's all in vain All-City, all-state, all Terrain