So Wrong

[Produced by Frank Dukes]

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

Cutting niggas down like the Amazon for posing like the cameras on

And push it with Joell Ortiz getting my Spanish on

Yo tego hombre we eating

Money is Nathan

I'm freaking these conjugations deep in their conversation

With people facin Satan

I bring 'em the word of God

My observation: disturbing my words to murder your squad

I pull the trigger with my tongue

Grab the Bible, like Brigham Young

Spit fire my brain is the bigger gun

I'm from Brooklyn where I'm from we calling niggas son

It's cause we shining through the night break out the flashlights

You must be on a sure flight cause you packed light

Behave man, I beat cavemen with stalagmites

Get up to fight you too tired for another round

They say I'm worshipping the devil cause I run this town

Now let me run it down and raise the steaks like a boarderhouse

With one fourth of the Slaughterhouse

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

The most esquisite so gifted more like a wizard

I spit it a frigid blizzard of lyrics what I exhibit

To finish you little midgets

Admit it, you'll all diminish

For mimicking my image I'm the sickest nigga, forget it

You'll never be near as clever or better

Every letter will sever your metal or medulla whatever

You fellas are feathers don't measure up well with a heavy medicine pedal

An incredible Pelle leather rockin hip hop Fererer

Better off servin em

Every word got a purpose murderous verses

Emerging beneath the surface like volcanos I burn

Every person on Earth should be nervous become service and worship

The permanently perfect version of Merciless Copernicus

I was simple as stars an astronomer

Found my bars a kilometer over Mars near Andromeda

A phenomenon

No common dynamotor able to monitor

My temperature will pressure and crush your barometor

[Hook: Brother Ali]

Been telling me that I'm so wrong

Kickin through like a rolling stone

I built this building all on my own

I'm at home on this microphone

Y'all don't hear me though

Been telling me that I'm so wrong

Kickin through like a rolling stone

I built this building all on my own

I'm at home on this microphone

[Verse 3: Brother Ali]

I finally figured the competition

On a mission to gimme a pot to piss in

I work hard, play harder than hard decisions

Facing all like a head on car collision

Dig it bout to forgive y'all what y'all been missing

Something crispy for ya listening organism

Awww shit God forbid your my opposition

All that salt gon get you a heart condition

Pimpin, the plot thickens

The shot that you kick a make your balls like rock while your feet get lost

Get dropped on your seat

Exhausted by the heat

Then tossed in the meat grinder

Grind to the beat

Two thousand and ten I'm in house again

Straight six PM and ain't about to bend

Close your eyes and count to ten

Get that mic out your hand we don't know where your mouth has been

Street feeder, a street preacher

Key note keepin peace keeper, elite

True believer, few G's can keep up

Don't need your critique or your halftime speech neither

Emcee phoenix sweet Jesus retreat it

Wouldn't believe it if indeed they don't see it

They take the chief cheeba chief it, try to sneak a peek

Into the recesses is of my deep seeded genius

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Jean Grae]

Greasy slick talker, kid picker

Shit sparker the lit bender the big sister

Face puncher when your bass jumping off a cliff

The race mix face morphing pick pain off your chick

Lips spitting webs like Kris and Parker

Peter pardon

Flip junk and just to boost the whips magnetism

The vast Magnum hitter, grown woman

Don't start a Black woman on some no he didn't

No prison going no vixen roll playing sista

No gold digger, ho shit

I'm a boulder brass a ceremonious master

Second to only have to wait, NO BITCH

Oppose that the cold facts hard one simultaneously

With the bars will get you bar none proof

I'm amazing

Group spontaneous to burst

And I lay in a verse

Upon naming me to birth

They just placed me in the booth and I said

Yeah I was talking

I was walking on the first day and you wasn't

Second day sparking in the cot with my cousin

Three, four parking in the lot playing dozens

Five on the block y'all be hugging

Six doing shots of the licks tripping, buzzing

Seventh I rested

I wasn't exhausted

I was taking a break so you can go and do your shit

[Hook]