[Intro]
Get down
Woo
Diamond D on the beat, what it do?
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Let me jump back and kiss myself
Gone for so long that I miss myself
I need more than a mirror just to face myself
Hold on, let me pace myself
Nah, don't get it confused
I've been paying my dues since the tunnel
Rap dudes been in trouble with the cutest rebuttals
I'm never subtle and I love it when they fumble they words and start to mumble
And I'm still calm and humble
Let's go
[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]
Yo, Fro's got soul, young Dolemite
Yo, Fro go gung ho when he hold thе mic
Known to run amok to butter flows, I'm the prototype
Known to go guttеr, come on with the Fro and you know I'm nice
James Brown on it, do the thing now on it
I remain wild, haunted, who the hey now on it?
I am guaranteed to be the one to complete it to the finish line
'Cause he be the one that beat it into a pulp with like every line
I'm the Sonny Chiba that's swingin', singin' the action
It's like a puff of the ether, you breathin' in all the gas
And you suckin' something mischevious, easy to look in past
And the suckas is always devious leavin' they shook ass
It's the F-R-O-T-A-L-I-B
Let ya'll know, say it like Sway La Vie
LL Cool J, smooth hard beats break
Your girl do strange things for small piece of change
It's Fro
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Rockin' the bells with the product that sell
I like my pockets fat, not flat
You know the name and if you don't, then I'm not gonna tell
Open the vein and write in blood like I'm locked in a cell
Rap Salvador Dali and long tall Sally
With the one track mind, she was going back to Cali
With a New York state of mind, a tape of mine in her deck
Takin' the time to reflect, it's hard to find some respect
From most rappers slow clappin' for the 'Dapperest Don'
Who be explorin' when I'm tourin' in Saskatchewan
The skin caramel corn and I'm back to perform
My slang editorial like Cappadonna was on
F-R-O-T-A-L-I-B
Collaboration sound right on these Diamond beats
It is what it is like c'est la vie
And we keep it in the pocket like state I.D
That's real
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
It's the far out bar out (We hold it down)
It's the far out bar out (We run shit)
It's the far out bar out (Been the great)
It's the far out (Regulating this game)
It's the far out bar out (We hold it down)
It's the far out bar out (We run shit)
*Record scratches* (I been the great)
It's the far out bar out
[Verse 4: Talib Kweli]
Bars for the culture make it harder for vultures
To start promotin' bullshit like all the particles floatin'
Around a dairy farm, from very young, I started commotion
If being nice was a job, a nigga got a promotion
You check the pedigree
You calling for the best, my phone better ring
Surgical like residencies at Sloan Kettering
These slappers get you happier than you've ever been
Rappers becoming more sappier than Evergreens
Woo, all these fragile rap cats wanna tattle, that's facts
When the battle axe slaps grins off faces
Some of these white boys think it's cool to say nigga
'Cause they got black friends but that's more racist
Run into the wrong nigga, might get punched in the face
Your input is not welcome in all spaces
Yellin' out "Gang Gang" 'cause the Diamond drums bang
Like judges bang gavels in court cases
I'm still bombin' on niggas like Lil' Kim, nigga
There's still sharks in the water, you gotta swim, nigga
When the shit gets dark as my skin pigment
I work twice as hard without the skin privilege
But I digress
Afro is the future and we sci-fi fresh
I fight for the big apple every time I mic check
Like Eve in the garden, they bite and digest, woah
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
It's the far out bar out (We hold it down)
It's the far out bar out (We run shit)
It's the far out bar out (Been the great)
It's the far out (Regulating this game)
It's the far out bar out (We hold it down)
It's the far out bar out (We run shit)
*Record scratches* (I been the great)
It's the far out bar out
