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)