Clear the area, stand back, nothin to see here Keep it movin (I need the area clear) Get back, stand back, back Get back (we gon' have to clear all this stuff) Get back, back, get back
Reflection Eternal That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Tek Brooklyn! New York City Cin-ci-natti! Keep on
Talib Kweli-Verse 1:
It's a funky sen-sa-tion ain't it? I'm havin a conversation wit'cho imagination It was explainin how you was waitin, for somethin amazin Like when it come out you out the door racin to the store (*zoom*) It took a lot of perse-verance and patience We was preparin for our place among the ancients Yo basically yo' take on me ain't makin me or breakin me and yo I hate to see a fake MC I take out all my competition from like A to Z Cause I get fly more frequently than a travel agency That's what I'm made to be, hip-hop through my artery An important part of me the soundtrack to my oddysey It got me, rockin retardedly Pardon me for speakin incorrect politically Anything less would be me speakin hypocritically, and I don't do dat You lingerie MC's I see through that I make a point about you and your crew, go "Tru dat" Who dat? It's the Reflection Remember the name, slid in the game before the "2000 Season" came Breakin the chain, usin the pain as our ammunition to blast Babylonian towers out of position It's the Reflection and we poppin like your ears on a plane We make you disappear like tears in the rain The fears in your brain is clear when I appear on the terrain and bloody your nose I got more lines than co-CAINE that's why you sniffin' around We diggin' for different sounds to keep it hittin' Straight up the only way we gettin' down with the sound is provacative It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to give It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to give You got a issue with that then it ain't my problem kid Y'all niggaz gotta eat, we gotta live, yo We all gotta eat and gotta live
Reflection Eternal That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Ti-dek Brooklyn! New York City Cin-ci-natti! Keep on!
Talib Kweli-Verse 2:
We remain, hotter than the blue part of the flame I got a glock in my brain that baffle weapons inspections like Saddam Hussein and rocks with the impact Gettin beat with socks filled with ten-packs of tokens Men's backs get broken when I get open Words more than spoken Most of dem MC's on the first thing smokin Leavin town at the same time causin traffic on the interstate We stay droppin classics cause the key word is innovate These cats is so plastic that we call 'em laminated Tried to duplicate the style quickly got frustrated More desperate than dudes who search people's ashtrays for clips I burn MC's like Coca-Cola through the paint on your whip Shit! My rhymes is like a magnifyin glass When I shine my light through it, I burn up everything in my path Last Dragon like Lee-roy (sho' nuff) rock for the b-boy My rhymes are so sharp you catch cuts that key-loid Destroyed the decoy, most of y'all d-boy, my culture It's not that I hate, y'all just p-noid cause y'all fake Embarassed and ashamed and don't know where to put the blame And never hesitate to call out my name! I ain't effected by the negative It's the Reflection and we dealin with the positive It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to give It's the Reflection kid Never gotta look between the lines to get the messages You're too sensitive, checkin out our references The turntable and microphone specialist It's the Reflection kid, it's the Reflection kid It's the Reflection kid, like that like that
Talib Kweli (Talib Kweli) DJ Hi-Tek (DJ Hi-Tek) Break it down, for you and yours (y'all know what time it is) You fuckin with Kweli, you fuckin with Brooklyn (Tired of hearin all this) don't wanna hear none of that (is is my fam really nice..)