[talib kweli]
  Yo, we been through this before right? (word, word...) so we
  Figurin', if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y'know what i'm sayin?
  (true, true, true...) cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
  So hi-tek, turn it up a notch...
  
  
  [jane doe]
  Hail mary, 'matta fact hail jane
  Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like i was cocaine
  My affirmations kill emcees like assasination
  Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
  Or vaccine, i shine like vaseline
  Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
  My vocab expand like a rubber band
  Walkin' nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
  Niggaz just don't understand my reasons, i transcend like season
  And scar these rappers like legion
  It's treason, my suspension attract attention
  I'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detention
  Did i mention my name, yo, go by the jane doe
  Drenched in polo, chill downtown in soho
  You don't know, this is just half my potential
  Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
  It's essential, you listen, i drive, you a pedestrian
  They bless me on the track cuz i attack wit' the estrogen
  Rhyme against the best a men, jane burn it up
  When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!
  
  [wordsworth]
  Yo...get it...yo
  Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies
  The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
  But here is some'n the cryin' talk about
  The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
  That led to god and satan's fallin' out
  Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
  On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
  Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
  Sony or aiwa, black or white, i fit in all stereotypes
  Search for a cast to plot, i make you a laughin' stock
  So shook, i could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
  Rain of acid drops, seek some help
  Now don't rewind, get it the first time,
  Shouldn't have to repeat myself
  Eternally verbally, i have numbers, succumb to time outs
  In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
  Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
  Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
  Emcees i'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils
  Wordsworth, kweli, hi-tek, reflection eternal..what...
  
  [talib kweli]
  My style high life like fonz when i burn heads like a conk
  Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like pharoahe monch
  Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
  Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
  I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations
  My fascination with character assassination,
  Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation
  We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
  Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like lee patches
  So you go! to every wack muthafucka that you know (scram...)
  My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like parasucos
  So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
  Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
  And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
  Me and hi-tek, we live long and prosper like vulcans
  Think i'm jokin'? we both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
  See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean
  Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus
  Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimus
  You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
  You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when i'm in my prime like optimus
  Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran
  Hip-hop is big business like con edison or medicine
  But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
  I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors'
  
  Chorus:
  [kweli] this is twice inna lifetime so i'm lettin' you know (let 'em know,
  Yo!)
  Blackstar, wordsorth, punchline and jane doe (yo!)
  [mos] lyrical com-pete and we emcee
  We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree
  
  [punchline]
  Check it...
  I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
  Get deep like islamics wrapped in a white garment
  I touch topics that try to open up your optics
  Vacate in the tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects
  Cut the nonsense, i'm hotter than alot a men
  Start honorin', got more wifeys than solomon
  Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb
  Regardless what i spit on, you worse with the tracks i shit on
  Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust (yes!)
  Words & punch, make rappers march like the third month
  I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
  Call me diamond, cuz i'm your girl's best friend
  Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
  I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
  And then i'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
  Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
  My gat claps, 50% of the wack
  Take it back to real rap, krylons wit' the fat cap
  Get robbed for your ascap, leave you inside
  Fortified live, reppin' ny 'til i die!
  
  [mos def]
  Black body radiation situation that we workin' wit'
  My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
  The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
  We are, hot like black tar, black star with emergerence
  Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
  I'm rockin this from here to where the purges live
  To brooklyn where the merchants live
  Next door to the murderers
  And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative
  My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat jeeps
  Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
  My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet
  Treadin' on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feet
  Flashy, it was between dekalb and pulasky
  Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
  They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
  And swat are either sittin' in clinton or kaksaki
  Man rudolph can screw off! you too soft to stop us
  You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
  Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
  Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked up
  Hide yaself like donna summer, another number one
  And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
  Baby let me run it down,
  Mos def, talib kweli, jane doe, punch, wor..<ahem> umm..e!
  Excuse me! just ate another emcee!
  Sometimes that's just how it be
  Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
  We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like dis!