Possibly Mos’ all-time best lyrical performance, and it’s only fitting that it comes over an Ayatollah production of remarkable depth and clarity. Once again, Mos rips shit to such a degree that Kweli sounds like scenery. Although that’s nothing new…
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The streets is watchin me, I watch back, that’s the policy
Movin along my oddesey like blood through the artery
Navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless
Let those who make the exodus seekin the North beacon
from beatin and hog-eatin, from punishment all season
from hands cracked and bleedin — cotton thorns in your palms
It’s for y’all that I sketch these songs
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