Just Begun

[Intro: Talib Kweli & The Singers Unlimited] We've only just be—... Oh, yes indeed I like this, I like this ...-gun Ayo, Hi-Tek Do me a favor, man—speed it up a lil bit [Verse 1: Talib Kweli & Jay Electronica] From the intro, you know I'm so influential 'Cause I'm glowin' like a candle The focus is so essential, dog, what you tryna get into? I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue They snitchin' like Donnie Brasco, I'm countin' like Monte Cristo The ghetto full of betrayal like Iago and Othello Your fellow neighbor will slay you, they'll smoke you like cigarillos Police want that info, they'll grill 'em like Portobellos I'm murderin' instrumentals 'Cause I rap with the conscience of villains, killers and monsters So revealin' and honest I'm still fulfillin' the promise So nice, I kill 'em with kindness Hittin' like Muhammad Ali, you more like Tatyana All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father Whether it's God Almighty, or the almighty dollar We follow the prophets like Islamics or the Dalai Lama Your bullet points so hollow they could prolly pierce body armor (Ugh) Look in the scope, my people still a target (Ugh) [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown Feelin' out of place as I whistle the cab down "If I tip extra, can I huff a cig?" Blow my smoke out the window, droppin' ashes on the bridge, ugh I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semmi was Tryna get the lobby door open from a semi-buzz I just wanna go to the slum And throw my money on the floor like the Notorious BUM, ugh Build a home, teach a class, start a revolution Free the mind, heal the body, talkin' evolution This that Black Elohim Anunnaki rap That Farrakhan, Hakeem Olajuwon, Qaddafi rap I dedicate this to my niggas in New Orleans Rockin' black and gold stockin' caps, and fleur-de-lis Shockey hats I'm in the courtroom screamin' "Who Dat?!" on the devil Servin' gumbo with a shovel, dawg, I'm on another level Me and Kweli come together like two pieces of metal We magnetizin' the ghetto [Verse 3: J. Cole] Yeah! Now here's the memo: I'm a rebel without a cause, a bezel without no flaws And shawty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers Let's sweat out this alcohol (Yeah), bet I'm about to ball And never let up, look how I just crept up without applause Fed up with all the frauds, and left y'all without a job The center of attention, this is clever, I'm Pau Gasol Really, though, I'm LeBron Really, don't got my mind on this new school of rappers I will really go Columbine (Uh-huh) And throw up the diamond sign (Uh-huh) Boy, you know I'mma shine (Uh-huh) Flow is in Ramadan (Uh-huh) 'Cause couple years ago, the game had they pajamas on (Yeah) But now they on my dick, man, I should throw a condom on Ayy, 'cause a nigga comin' raw like I ain't got one on And I ain't stoppin' nor coppin' no pleas I just lock-and-load, squeeze Dawg, I'm on a higher level, I'm on top of nosebleeds (Damn) Niggas say they sick, but when they rock, they don't sneeze Like that nigga on the block wavin' his Glock, but won't squeeze Please... Hey! [Verse 4: Mos Def] Look, hold your applause until the ceremony end Yours truly, truly blessed, yet again a noble pla-anted Supermagic, abracadabra kid Mysterious master djinn, blacker pen Arrowhead with the long-barrel stem, and his apparel fresh! Harbor lights shinin' out the black power grid With the Black Power grip, and pure power don't power trip Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip The Gladwell point and Babylon Palace All about nothin', where it's all about the dollar And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market The Devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner Get off him, there is not a parcel or a portion Or a measure of a fortune more awesome, gorgeous The funky Four Horsemen and one more With Hi-Tek on the score, once more, of course You're welcome, thanks Appreciation for your participation Special dedication Celebration, bitches!