Great Expectations Lyrics - Talib Kweli

My nigga 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? 

(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, fuck 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 shit with or without a beat 

See you on the hook like a fish 

We knock it out, no doubt, the shit fixed 

Like carols at Christmas 

So bounce, come on, bounce, come on 

I lock you in my sentence and the shit's a run-on 

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Tokyo, where you at? 

Brooklyn, where you at? 

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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 

(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 Picasso 

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 shit, I got a plethora 

Classics, it's the best of 

Brooklyn, New York City 

So we're never comin shitty 

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 

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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