Talib Kweli - Great Expectations lyrics

My n***a Punchline want his money Yo, this is a capitalist society Yo! Hello world, how y'all doin? Don't be shy, y'all can wave back, man I know y'all can't see me Oh you got it? [ VERSE 1: Talib Kweli ] Talib Kweli ichiban in Japan is mush-mush Yo, I'm able to keep it fresh like veggie tables and couscous Got my comp in a catch deuce-deuce Livin proof, you want the truth? Nah, you can't handle the truth I flip it like any Angelo, be it Michael- or D' Paint the ceiling with my sounds, smoke trees with melodies I enter the palace with no malice intended If l's make you cough a chalice is recommended Particularly filled with sticky that I got from Manny I'm breakin mics like Amy Fisher breakin a family It can be, all so simple if you let it If you don't want to, f** it, forget it, yo, don't sweat it You feel little When you let the power of the rhythm hit you White Widow got my eyes Chinese But sharp as leaves Of paper cuttin your skin Whenever I write with my pen And make a point Y'all be like, "Yeah, that's the joint" Yo Matt, got the track on they DAT That make it easy to complete Cause I write sh** with or without a beat See you on the hook like a fish We knock it out, no doubt, the sh** fixed Like carols at Christmas So bounce, come on, bounce, come on I lock you in my sentence and the sh**'s a run-on Tokyo, where you at? Brooklyn, where you at? [ Hook ] Kweli next to be up, so I suggest you re-up Or freeze up like you hear a shot Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops Of every single MC in earshot I fear not or none, number one Ichiban, none, number one, ichiban [ VERSE 2: Talib Kweli ] I get my camouflage from Weiss/Mahoney My rhymes are worth the price of Sony Your light like last for one minute like Rice-A-Roni Son, I'm nice, you're phoney It seems all you want in life's to know me I'm colder than when the ground's covered with ice and it's snowy One and only Talib Kweli from Eternal Reflect Yo, I come to Tokyo where everything is Hi-Tek So I feel right at home, rightin poems, fightin clones Who bite my own style cause they ain't got one I got drive while you ride shotgun Please stop, son I watch _Get on the Bus_ a lot And all this shabuya has got to stop I'm just playin, Japanese culture is like amazin Animation is like hair-raisin Kick selection got no limit Eatin seaweed, maybe one day I get with it But when I see weed I'm smokin Heh, I'm just jokin Really not though My homie Common told me, "Arigato" My art got no Boundaries like Pablo Pica**o Who? You don't know, you never knew Big up to Ru See you in the show on the Avenue Of the Americas Etcetera, etcetera You get the point, you want hot sh**, I got a plethora Cla**ics, it's the best of Brooklyn, New York City So we're never comin sh**ty I get more love in Japan than _Hello Kitty_ Such a pity, these MC's think they hangin with me Catch me on Japanese MTV with Mos Diddy [ Hook ] Kweli is next to be up, so I suggest you re-up Or freeze up like you hear shots Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops Of every single MC in earshot I fear not or none, number one Ichiban, none, number one, ichiban None, number one, ichbinan, no-no-no-no-no... Here we go, one, two, come on Here we go, one, two, come on Yo, I'm out Peace