It ain't my beating heart that beats for you I guess it's just your fantasy It ain't my beating heart that bleeds for you It's not for you No, not for you It ain
it, Talib Kweli, DJ, 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
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to casette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin' yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it
, the niggas all alone Old timers my role model, the war zone Released with this game 'til it's a part of me My heart don't beat no fear and it ain't
puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
it Get down, get down, get down 2ce My footsteps echo in the darkness My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist I look down and I hear my
message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beat box Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain You knowing where it came from, stop it You thought we wasn't
rearrange 'em So if you hold my skills for ransom better kill 'em fore I claim 'em I don't see Jehovah tellin' you that it ain't over My carb take the
my lawn Pass the gate insulate till sound deton's Twelve ten and debt never met chapter eleven My fam's my strength my pops I got my aim from [Incomprehensible
X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on
't you? My style is Mike, Vince, Earvin Jordan, Carter, Julius, servin' MC's at will, I'm trickery, Lou ain't stickin' me A curve ball, Mark ain't hittin
slay a rapper and go: "what's up, who's next to try? I ain't havin it, poetical graduate And me get whipped by who? imagine it Mc's are in jeopardy
got my headphones up like I'm listening close Face blank with expression it isn't a joke Start fire, sit back and spit it's smoke To get it provoked,
check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Yeah] Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out [Bobbito: Woo-- Woooo!] Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out Yo check it
don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Tek Brooklyn! New York City Cin-ci-natti! Keep on [Talib Kweli] It's a funky sen-sa-tion ain't it? I'm havin a
