[Intro: Talib Kweli]
This feel like one of them TV shows from the '60s
Oh, oh, oh, you can try (When the flight come in)
Oh, you can, you can certainly try (When the flight arrives)
Hey, murder (Yes)
Is what we do (Classic version)
What we do (Classic version)
Yeah, we represent, yeah
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
My music represent the change in powers
From now on, this thing is ours
Got 'em paintin' war instead of paintin' flowers
They shower they heroes with praises while we hangin' ours
We bring the drums to the battle 'cause we bang the loudest
You don't know a thing about it
If you mixing King or Malcolm
Bet you that Kweli the outcome
Album's so hot that my ghetto chicks is bringin' talcum
Whether you sing or shout it
They gave somebody else the crown, but I'm the king without it
Your queen is ridin' with me, she always slidin' with me
You can't stop me like the bullets that's inside of 50
They try to diss me, but whenever I say, "Bye," they miss me
You walkin' with me or you alien like Mork & Mindy
You talkin' with me, it throw off the nifty
Take it off the table and the devil run a label 'cause the Lord is with me
Arrogance bring the fall of many
My name echo like the hall is empty
You don't wanna war against me
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon
Assassinate your character, cast aspersions
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
Hey, I know it hurts, son
But you against me, a .50 cal verse a squirt gun
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Why? You and your man some palookas, you scared of my medulla
You see beyond the shadow of a doubt, I'm born ready, steady as the hand of the shooter
In the flesh, yes, the embodiment of man verse computer
I make all the women abandon they suitors
Do the math, you see you can't measure up to the ruler
Word, on behalf of all the fans and consumers
I'm buildin' with Fred Hampton Jr., man, we plannin' a future
Not preachin', we do it different, we liftin' the youth up
We spittin' it too tough, too sick for these new thugs
Or goons, whatever they called, they softer than nubuck
Vampires in the club, sippin' that true blood
I'm a midnight marauder and I slaughter for the tribe, immortal, I'm
Bustin' at the cops like Mortal Kai
The sort of guy that mortify
These clown-ass rappers since 45 live
And you know it, man
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon
Assassinate your character, cast aspersions
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
Hey, I know it hurts, son
But you against me, a .50 cal verse a squirt gun
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Yo, Sean Price mad nice, accept that
My worst verse sound like your best rap
Put down your bent plaque, I pay double on trips
I punch you up in your face and double your lips
This be the dumbest shit I ever wrote
No 2Pac Shakur, just two shots, you're floored
Listen, the gun clapper, the dumb rapper, the young rapper
Dig in your pockets and leave with your funds faster
Fuckin' new rap rookies
Get beat to death, New Jack Pookie
Face fucked with the H stuck in your grill
Play tough and get scrapped up in the 'ville
Afro-American minus the afro
Bald-headed American lettin' the gat blow
Shut the fuck up before you get hurt, son
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon
Assassinate your character, cast aspersions
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)
Hey, I know it hurts, son
But you against me, a .50 cal verse a squirt gun
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one
