Reflection Eternal

(feat. Mos Def, Mr. Man)
[Kweli]
The highest caliber, make it a night to remember like Shalamar
Then escape to Havana with Assata, do what I gotta
Planes get shot down in Cuban air space over the water
I got insight, its a clear case of reading your aura
Man, what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus
Makin these MCs our sons like Horus
Im always taking shots like a Japanese tourist, get the picture?
Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure
[Mos Def]
Im sippin wishing well water imported from Pluto
Thats why my eyes is glassy, so aint got to ask me
The interplanetary Illuminati move your body
I trekked the stars first, so fuck Kirk and Scotty
I threw basement parties on the Mothership
Now Im on planet Earth on some other shit
Many habitants of this world be strivin and strugglin
Tryin to eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh
Ghetto red hot, man that shit is like bubblin
Cant get no peace cause the Beast keep troubling
Youth, they oppose and the blows they be doubling
Nike heads is trife and the shots, they be thundering
Ways and customs dont make any sense
They be givin me stress and they test my maintenance
Use the sand and the Ummah as my sustenance
No, this style will never lack, melanins my evidence
[Mr. Man]
In order to effective, with your words you must be selective
Cause showin and provin is the Prime Directive
Movin those who are outdated with vernaculated thought, so
Every time I take a turn MCs take a loss
My point across, I gotta get to where I want to be
As the wickedest public speaker since 73
Or 74, which was the year I first touched ground
As the physical manifestation of sight and sound
So gather round, to hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr. Man, in nine ether represent right here, check it out
[Chorus x2:]
Kweli
This once in a lifetime like a Halleys comet
Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed
Mos Def and Mr Man:
Peace be upon he, and, we MCs
Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree
[Kweli]
Yo, whats wrong with this picture? (picture) Dont it seem bugged
MCs is high on they supply, sounds like they takin drugs
Yall trippin like mescalin and killin the feeling like penicillin
Switchin to Lionel Rich and dancin on the ceilin
Go ahead and be a heroin(e), your own mind
Fuck your internet, coke is it when you on line
Smokin dirty weed, ignorin the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
Swept under the rug, we turnin niggas into dust
You done came out of the earth (earth), what your life worth?
When you get left with what you had on the day of your birth
[Mr. Man]
Ha...Yo, its the super scientifical, high-powered prolifical
Lyrically a miracle, mentally Im physical
Massively encryptical, verbally invincible
These kids wanna battle but the materials pitiful
The only original, wicked individual
Whenever I rhyme, I break it down into syllables
Simply because its coming straight out of Brooklyn
It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin
Its Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen
Ill cut your ass in half and leave you with a semicolon
[Kweli]
We cold-crushin MCs thats gold-rushin for the cheese
They see a flash in the pan waitin for royalties
[Mos Def]
But kings and queens get overthrown when they grab the microphone
Shootin videos in homes that they know theyll never own
I guess they cannot work alone, they forever with crew
L sparking, steady barking bout the wildness they do
Posin in photographs shot at complimentary angles
Be playin Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles
Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record to tape
Step in my zone, your spotll get blown like Watergate
[Mr. Man]
Wait, my blastin rate is past a state of rappers who procrastinate
Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate
Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload
So I flip into my mode of rhyme, long like a road
See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates
I got rhymes by the crates to erase the duplicates
Cause, I blow wack rappers out like afros
My shit is so phat it be stretchin my asshole
But huh, thats not the point because Im better than most
I make MCs Wonder like bread but then, bread gets toast
Its like that, Mr. Man, Mos Def, and Kweli
represent for every single real MC, you dont stop
(Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def)
[Chorus x2]
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