Twice Inna Lifetime (Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star 2002)

Текст песни Black Star and Jane Doe, Punch, Words - Twice Inna Lifetime (Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star 2002)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word)
So we figured, if we gon' do it, we gotta freak it
You know what I'm sayin? (True, true, true)
Cause, everything gotta go up from here, right?
So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch

[Verse 1: Jane Doe]
Hail Mary, matter fact, hail Jane
Niggas take my name in vain like I was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assassination
Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
My vocab expand like a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
You niggas just don't understand my reasons
I transcend like season, and scar these rappers like Legion
It's treason, my suspension attract attention
I'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detention
Did I mention my name? Yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
They bless me on the track cause I attack wit' the estrogen
Rhyme against the best of men, Jane burn it up
When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!
[Verse 2: Wordsworth]
Yo, get it, yo
Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies
The wack is tryna shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
But here somethin' to cry and talk about, the verse on that cassette
You and your cousin fought about, that led to God and Satan's fallin' out
Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
On three-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes
Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock
So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help, now don't rewind
Get it the first time, shouldn't have to repeat myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts, you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
Results more cast appearances than a hundred actors
Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils
Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal, what?

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
My style highlights like fonts when I burn heads like a conk
Cause niggas front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like illumination
Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations, my fascination with character
Assassination, got these niggas burnin' like sensation
We keep it hot like matches, and on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
So you go, to every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)
My lyrics they get up in your jeans like Parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father, niggas is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
Turnin' flamboyant niggas anonymous, depressin' to optimist
You stoppin' us is preposterous like an androgynous misogynist
You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus
Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
I got too many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'
[Chorus: Talib Kweli & Mos Def]
This is twice in a lifetime so I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know yo)
Black Star, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)
Lyrical compete and we emcee
We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree

[Verse 4: Punchline]
Check it
I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
I touch topics that try to open up your optics
Vacate in the tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects
Cut the nonsense, I'm hotter than a lot of men
Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon
Fuck the squad you in, ayo, we be the bid-domb
Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on
Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust (Yes!)
Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third month
I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
Call me Diamond, cause I'm your girl's best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, 50% of the wack
Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat cap
Get robbed for your ASCAP, leave you inside
Fortified live, reppin' NY 'til I die
[Verse 5: Mos Def]
Black body radiation situation that we workin' wit'
My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergerence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word "absurditive"
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
From Brooklyn where the merchants live next door to the murderers
And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative
My memory is furnished with back streets to back seats to fat Jeeps
Legendary athletes who played by the trash heap
My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet
Treadin' on these stompin' grounds, you better catch some black feet
Flashy, it was between DeKalb and Pulasky
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
That's why they're either sittin' in Clinton or Coxsackie
Mayor Rudolph can screw off, you too soft to stop us
You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
Got your bird chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
'Cause all them cats that you knocked up ain't always gon' be locked up
Hot stuff like Donna Summer, another number one-r
Comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down: Mos Def, Talib
Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Word (ahem) E!
Excuse me, just ate another emcee
Sometimes that's just how it be
Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like this!