yea   ludacris in this mutha fucka   what up talib disturbin tha peace god damnit we just gettin started   mix tape style goes like this   look here   now ludacris out the gate and damnit its huntin season   when you shot remember everything happens for a reason   and you never hit it right   thats why i'm snatchin your girl   she calls me mr. drummin   cuz different strokes rule the world   i got a thirst for knowledge and an appetite for drama    or appetite for destruction and a thirst for your mama   either way I keep it goin til that thing is empty   been nice since mike tyson punched soda popinsky   chicks keep gettin stung cuz they all in my swarm   plus I step in they dorm they get more tears than norm   its 2004 the world needs more lesbians   and more drunk drivers to hit drunk pedestrians   they walk around here with two left feet   a warm milk and a cold gat'll put your ass to sleep   how many streets steal no matter how ugly it seems   long as I got on my bullet proof buddy lee jeans   nigga      yea, its like that   its like that   its like that   its like that    mutha fucka!      kweli and crips niggas never heard no shit like this   i got your chick feelin moist   you comin softer than the ad in the back of the village voice   you still a toy, the cops is still a boy   they tryin to get me to vote by sayin the lesser of two evils is still a choice   well maybe and maybe not   niggas rhymin like the guy 80 glock   im home watching i love the 80s   stop   picture the ocean with the panoramic view   my flow the iceberg that the titanic ran into   ooahh   rock like suicide vicitims with red flannel   why your rhymes sound like they was written for clear channel   we used to drive to 50 states and hear 50 flows   now every city knows sames songs its just again pimps and hos   and the kids think the key to gettin down in the game    is to copy the hot nigga and start soundin the same   now you tryin to be heard but your shouts in vain   cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats surroundin my name   kweli   it might be somethin that you can't pry from me   shut out the eye 20s see my rhymes good money   we're rollin with akmed and durba swervin the streets   we're shaka zoolo shana and luda disturbin tha peace   i murdered the beat   im the nightmare that recur in your sleep   a word in the flesh like the wafer that the nun got converted to eat   takin the lamb of god herded the sheep   a whole flock of __ nigga do you believe      yo wats poppin its the kid kain   ya my nigga ludacris   my homeboy my dawg my brother from another mother   talib kweli   and this is how we do man   hate it or love it   guess who fresher than i   d dies red and black lumber jack 45 in his levis   he has his knees highs   i watch eazy e rise   put LA on nomatic but they ain't beleive nas   that was 96 in the g __   told me they gon believe start writin rhymes after BIG died   eyes puffy some niggas sayin fuck me   cuz im from the west im fresh and i idolize dougie   now NY love me still niggas wanna hate   im embraced by 50 states and the westside love me   benz told dre im the nigga to chase   and it been that way since the beef with jigga and mase    in my chuck taylors red ones with the fat laces   ten khakis desert eagle with the hollow tip laces   fresh white tee yellow rocks in my necklace   real gangsters drink 40 ounces for breakfast   i eat fat burgers three times a day   so fuck you if you dont like the red paint on my 6 straight   i was born in the hood, i be who i be   and me and kweli is like mack 10 and dub c