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!