(feat. KRS-One)    "Check this out..."    [KRS-One]  Hooooooooooooo~! (HEY DJ!) WHAT? ("I know you're gonna dig this")  Yeah, yeah, yeh yeh! KRS, ohhhh~! Talib Kweli  Talib this is crazy, yo this is crazy  Hah... what'chu doin?  Throw your hands up, c'mon    [T] BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like  [K] Grand Concourse, whassup!    [Talib Kweli]  We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yo  So what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threat  It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter  It takes heart the lyrics been replaced with the swagger  I stay sharp enough to slash your face like a dagger  The actors been replaced with the rappers  The rappers been replaced with the actors, see how they try to stay on the beat  The pig route when he walkin down the street to the beat    [KRS-One]  WOOP~! Sound of da police  What is the life of a true hip-hopper, the beats  Peace love unity livin proper with the beats  In any endeavor whatever we will prosper with our beats  Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats  We the realest, livest  The rawest, crack cocaine heroin survivors with beats  We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs  Spittin, all we saw was stacks of rhymes written, elite  Way too smart for the system of course  We know a smart free black man just pisses 'em off!  What they like is when we glisten and gloss  Flashin millions but still takin a loss  Bump the beat! Yeah, all in the street  Talib yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak    [Talib Kweli]  Yeah... yeah... word~!  Watch me take it there, life ain't no Christmas there  Hell yeah it's crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here  Searching for the perfect beat I went to East Dayt'  It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release date  They try to look away, they're scared to look inside  Askin why like a guy who look for God up in the sky (that's right)  Searchin high and low, behind the do', inside the drawer  Little did he know that the beat was tryin to find a flow  Stuck in limbo, how low can you go  A punched hole through your stomach lining like Tylenol  Build all kind of rolled, metaphors and similies  that'll have you doubtin my competitor's abilities  My whole body is a spiritual facility  Rock a vest after a lyrical killing spree  The illest delivery, later for the talk we need action  Silence is golden but the violence is platinum  When you rappin to the beat    [KRS-One]  Boom, bap, who's, that?  KRS-One bring the beat back  The perfect beat we seek that, knowledge of mind we speak that  We don't speak weak crap over weak tracks  MOVE, THAT; we speak boom bap live in the club  We can show and prove that    [Talib Kweli]  Yeah, it ain't old school or new school it's true school rap  Beat you 'til you're blue and black, true dat, it's    [KRS-One]  Better beat win again, work the street  Movin again, insert the heat  Lookin again for the perfect beat  Don't look in the book to learn to eat  Write up a hook, learn to speak  Never be shook, follow the heat  Forever they look weak  T.K. you must speak!    [Talib Kweli]  Teachin 'em how to eat to live  They cheap and their pimp is pleadin the fifth  Bleedin as if they goin to war  Everytime they leavin the crib  Sneakers and whips, police be peepin the strip  You see 'em walkin the beat  Hoes believin the pimps who eatin the shrimps  So John's walkin the street  Lookin for a sweet face, in each case  Tryin to get they heartbeat racin, and the dark meat be tastin  so delicious, my description so good to the beat  It's lifted right from the sounds that you hear in the hood when you sleep    [KRS-One]  Bring the beat back!  All that whackness, we don't need that  You gotta bring the beat back!  All that whack garbage, we don't need that  Bring the beat back! All that weakness we don't need that  Selector bring the beat back, bring the beat back!  Selector, listen!    [Talib Kweli]  Yeah, DJ Rhettmatic  Talib Kweli, hip-hop