Kweli:  
 The highest caliber  make it a night to remember like Shalamar  
 Then escape to Havana with a ?  do what I gotta  
 Planes get shot down in Cuban air space over the water  
 I got insight  it's a clear case of reading your aura  
 Man  what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus  
 Makin' these MC's our sons like Horus  
 I'm always taking shots like a Japanese tourist, get the picture?  
 Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure  
  
 Mos Def:  
 I'm sippin wishing well water imported from Pluto  
 That's why my eyes is glassy, so ain't got to ask me  
 The interplanetary Illuminati move your body  
 I trekked the stars first, so fuck Kirk and Scotty  
 I threw basement parties on the Mothership  
 Now I'm on planet Earth on some other shit  
 Many 'habitants of this world be strivin and strugglin  
 Tryin to eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh  
 Ghetto red hot, man that shit is like bubblin  
 Can't get no peace cause the Beast keep troubling  
 Youth, they oppose and the blows they be doubling  
 Nike heads is trife and the shots, they be thundering  
 Ways and customs don't make any sense  
 They be givin me stress and they test my maintenance  
 Use the sand and the Ummah as my sustenance  
 No, this style will never lack, melanin's my evidence  
  
 Mr. Man:  
 In order to effective, with your words you must be selective  
 Cause showin and provin is the Prime Directive  
 Movin those who are outdated with vernaculated thought, so  
 Every time I take a turn MC's take a loss  
 My point across, I gotta get to where I want to be  
 As the wickedest public speaker since '73  
 Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground  
 As the physical manifestation of sight and sound  
 So gather 'round, to hear the profound brown vomiter  
 Absorb the sonic energy manifestin through your monitor  
 The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear  
 Mr. Man, in nine ether represent right here, check it out  
  
 Chorus (2X):  
 Kweli  
 This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet  
 Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed  
  
 Mos Def and Mr Man:  
 Peace be upon he, and, we MC's  
 Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree  
  
 Kweli:  
 Yo, what's wrong with this picture? (picture) Don't it seem bugged  
 MC's is high on they supply, sounds like they takin drugs  
 Y'all trippin like mescalin and killin the feeling like penicillin  
 Switchin' to Lionel Rich' and dancin on the ceilin  
 Go ahead and be a heroin(e), your own mind  
 Fuck your internet, coke is it when you on line  
 Smokin dirty weed, ignorin the medicinal herbals  
 So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils  
 You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus  
 Swept under the rug, we turnin niggas into dust  
 You done came out of the earth (earth), what your life worth?  
 When you get left with what you had on the day of your birth  
  
 Mr. Man:  
 Ha...Yo, it's the super scientifical, high-powered prolifical  
 Lyrically a miracle, mentally I'm physical  
 Massively encryptical, verbally invincible  
 These kids wanna battle but the material's pitiful  
 The only original, wicked individual  
 Whenever I rhyme, I break it down into syllables  
 Simply because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn  
 It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin  
 It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen  
 I'll cut your ass in half and leave you with a semicolon  
  
 Kweli:  
 We cold-crushin MC's that's gold-rushin for the cheese  
 They see a flash in the pan waitin for royalties  
  
 Mos Def:  
 But kings and queens get overthrown when they grab the microphone  
 Shootin videos in homes that they know they'll never own  
 I guess they cannot work alone, they forever with crew  
 L sparking, steady barking bout the wildness they do  
 Posin in photographs shot at complimentary angles  
 Be playin Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles  
 Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record to tape  
 Step in my zone, your spot'll get blown like Watergate  
  
 Mr. Man:  
 Wait, my blastin rate is past a state of rappers who procrastinate  
 Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate  
 Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload  
 So I flip into my mode of rhyme, long like a road  
 See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates  
 I got rhymes by the crates to erase the duplicates  
 Cause, I blow wack rappers out like afros  
 My shit is so phat it be stretchin my asshole  
 But huh, that's not the point because I'm better than most  
 I make MC's Wonder like bread but then, bread gets toast  
 It's like that, Mr. Man, Mos Def, and Kweli  
 represent for every single real MC, you don't stop  
 (Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def)  
  
 Chorus (2X