[Intro - Mos Def]   Wha-wha-wha, wha-wha, wha-wha, wha-wha/   Wo-aaaahhhhhhh!/   One, two, three/   Mos Def and Talib Kweli/   We came to rock it on to the tip-top/   Best alliance in hip-hop, wo-ahh/   I said, one, two, tree, Blackstar shine eternally/   We came to rock it on to the tip-top/   And Hi-Tek make the beats drop, wo-ahh/      [Verse 1 - Talib Kweli]   RE:DEFinition, turning your play into a tragedy/   Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately/   Niggaz is sweet, so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity/   Livin' to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity/   We Die Hard like the battery/   Done in the back of me by the mad MC/   Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery/   Actually, don't be mad at me/   I had to be the one to break it to you/   You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no Menudo/   'Cause you pseudo, tryin' to compete with reality like Xerox/   Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks/   Wipe them teardrops/   Chasing stars in your eyes/    Playing games with your lives/   Now the wives is widows soakin' up pillows/   Weepin like willows/   Still mo' blacks is dyin'/   Kids ain't livin they tryin'/   "How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applyin/   Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners/   Rockin ever since before Prince was called The Artist/   Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was rockin Starter/   When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool before they was martyrs/   Life or death, if I'm choosin with every breath I'm enhancin'/   Stop, there comes a time when you can't run/      [Verse 2 - Mos Def]   Lyrically handsome/   Call collect, a king's ransom/   Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem/   Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion/   Move like a phantom/   You'll talk about me to your grandsons/   Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag/   So I run through 'em like flood water through sandbags/   Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have/   Sinkin' they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab/   Son I'm way past the minimum/   It's a verb millenium/   My rap's the holy gas in your bag, like Palestinians/   Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon/   Official b-boy gentlemen/   Long term, never the interim/   Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10/   These simpletons, they mentionin the synonym for feminine/   Sweeter than some cinnamon from Danish rings by Entenmann's/   Rush up on adrenaline/   They get they asses sent to them/   (Gentlemen) you got a tenement/   Well then assemble it!/   Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin elephant/   Intelligent embellishment/   Follow for your element from Flatbush settlement/   Did posseses melanin/   Hotter than tales of crack peddlin/   Makin em "WOOP" like blue gelatin/   Swing like Duke Ellington/   Broader than Barrington Levy/   Believe me/   The hot oppresion rent who burn down your chief teepee/   You see me?/      [Outro - Mos Def]   One, two, three/   Mos Def and Talib Kweli/   We came to rock it on to the tip-top/   Best alliance in hip-hop, wo-ahh/   I said, one, two, three/   Black Star shine eternally/   We came to rock it on to the tip-top/   Because we rulin hip-hop/   Yes we is rulin hip-hop/   Talib Kweli is rulin hip-hop/   Say we Black Star/   We rulin hip-ho-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh/   Woahhhh!/