Supreme Supreme

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Yasiin Bey] Ghetto people it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme) Baby get involved, go side to side (Supreme, Supreme) Side to side... [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] 'Bout to slap box with the beat The shit I spit, it's a snapshot of the street You can see the crack spot in the backdrop The heat in the stash spot of the black drop You wonder why there's more crime Free food, or a check the only time niggas on line Getting information from the nigga-net The trickle-down theory guess it ain't reached niggas yet I make a bigger bet Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat 'Cuz there's hardly any real niggas left What the fuck these niggas talking 'bout Living the movie but the audience is walking out I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest 'Til there's only five hard beats left It's like a dead man walking I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking [Hook 2X] [Verse 2: Yasiin Bey] Yo' I got my headphones up like I'm listening close Face blank with expression, it isn't a joke Start fire, sit back and spit at the smoke To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat Math problem, Take all the niggas you know Add that number up with every nigga you don't Final number, sum total of the niggas that won't Break me down, shake me up or fade my style What time it is?, cool you can hate me now And ten minutes from then, you gon' love me again Bucktown republic again Writing on the wall trouble again Intensify struggle and such Killers, Sade love is deluxe Sound garnered, for the wild hearted Downtrodden, up-starters Young violent, uprising Cocaine, and gunpowder Up north, or bus crowded Daily rides to thug mountain Cold caves and peaks are high Danger present but unclear, and know how to hide If you wonder why you got so much on your mind 'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time Fall back without recovering time, and time's up Brooklyn, put your dimes up [Hook 2X] [Verse 3] [Yasiin Bey] I put feeling inside of my rap Hold it down for my side of the map No matter what north, south east or west side that I'm at Bend the needle on the monitors back [Talib Kweli] Got a problem with that? The holler back if the stars is black We the New Era, you just a Starter cap Find out what happens when the artist attack Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that [Yasiin Bey] Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink You're a vessel that's promised to sink Terra firma ain't as hard as you think Stare down, and you starting to blink [Talib Kweli] Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth And spit out the truth 'Til the cops come and spray the booth [Hook 2X] [Outro 4X: Talib Kweli & Yasiin Bey] It's all right with you, it's all right with me Do the damn thing, what you wanna be (Supreme, Supreme) That's right, that's right that's right that's right That's right, that's right that's right that's right (Supreme, Supreme)