[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah.. yeah..

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli and Vinia Mojica]
Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli), any questions?
I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek and he from the Natti (Natti)
We make the sky crack, feel the fly track
Get your hands up like a hijack
Fist in the air for (Kweli)
Keep 'em there like natural, mystic or smoke when they spliffs lit
It's a revolutionary (party), they ask me what I'm writin' for
I'm writin' to show you what we fightin' for
Say "Tah-leeb" or "Talib" (Talib)
If it's hard try spellin' it phonetically
If not then just let it be like Nina Simone
You probably (probably) don't listen B
Even when we suffer losses I count the victories
Sometimes it's far and between I'm sad to say
It got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
I know my son wept cause his dad's away
"Stop cryin', be strong for your momma" is what I had to say

[Hook 1: Talib Kweli and Vinia Mojica]
To my little man named Amani (mani)
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
Who make you rock your body (body)
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
[Verse 2: Hi-Tek]
I remember when it all started
Back in the day when me and moms first parted
Hi-Tek from the beginnin I stayed advanced
A young chameleon, adapt to any circumstance
Peep game n***a never been a lazy n***a
Stayed on my hustle concentrate to get the paper bigger
Stay focused, while other cats stay hopeless
While n***as stay high I stay lower
Stacking my chips to get a foreclosure
This shit ain't over..
Going for the gusto, keep getting that provo
It's Hi-Tek (and Kweli) on the track like Flo Jo
Bet you ain't even know I had flow though

[Hook 2: Talib Kweli and Vinia Mojica]
Yo, make you rock your body (body)
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Say my name, say my name (Kweli) like Destiny's Child
Shine bright like my girl heavenly smile
Or a suit on Steve Harvey (Harvey)
We tighter than them jeans that huggin' black hips
70's style like Chaka Khan, ain't nobody (body)
Set the stage, blazed like my crew
We burn it down like Satan
Smokin', clubs is where we party (party)
Holla at spit kickin' n***as
Pharoahe Monch, De La Soul, Common Sense
And my man Biz Markie (Kweli)
[Hook]
Start the party
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
Who make you rock your body (body)
Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
It's got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli

[Outro: Talib Kweli and Vinia Mojica]
Keep on dancing
Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh
Keep on dancing
Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh
Keep on dancing
Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh
Keep on dancing
Ya gotta keep on dancing, oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh