Artist: Joell Ortiz f/ Brother Ali, Jean Grae, Talib Kweli Album: Farewell Summer EP Song: So Wrong Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Talib Kweli] Come on, Talib Kweli y'all [Verse One: Talib Kweli] Cuttin niggas down like the amazon for posin like the cameras on And push it with Joell Ortiz gettin my spanish on Yo tego hombre we eatin money is Nathan's I'm freakin these congregations deep in their conversation With people facin Satan I bring 'em the word of God My observation disturbin my words to murder your squad I pull the trigger with my tongue Grab the bible, like break 'em young Spit fire my brain is the bigger gun I'm from Brooklyn where I'm from we callin niggas son It's 'cause we shinin through the night break out the flashlights You must be on a sure flight 'cause you packed light Behave man I beat cavemen with stalag mics Get up to fight you too tired for another round They say I'm worshippin the devil 'cause I run this town Now let me run it down and raise the steaks like a boarderhouse With one fourth of the Slaughterhouse [Verse Two: Joell Ortiz] The most esquisite so gifted more like a wizard I spit it a frigid blizzard of lyrics what I exhibit To finish you little midgets a minute you'll all diminish For mimickin my image I'm the sickest nigga forget it You'll never be near as clever or better Every letter will sever your metal or medulla whatever You fellas are feathers don't measure up well with a heavy medicine pedal A incredible Pelle leather rockin hip hop federal Better off servin 'em every word got a purpose murderous verses Emergin beneath the surface like volcanos I burn Every person on earth should be nervous become service and worship The permanently perfect version of Merciless Copernicus I was simple as stars an astronomer Found my bars a kilometer off to mars the odometer A phenomenon no common dynamotor able to monitor My temperature will pressure and crush your thermometor OWWWW!!!!! [Chorus: Brother Ali] Been tellin me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rollin stone I built this buildin all on my own I'm at home on this microphone, y'all don't hear me though Been tellin me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rollin stone I built this buildin all on my own I'm at home on this microphone [Verse Three: Brother Ali] UH! I finally figured the competition On a mission to gimme a pot to piss in I work hard play harder than hard decisions Facin all like a head on car collision Dig it, 'bout to forgive y'all what y'all been missin Somethin crispy for ya listenin organism Awww shit God forbid your my opposition All that's sure 'gon get you a heart condition Pimpin, the plot thickens The shot that you kick a make your balls like rock while your feet get lost Get dropped on your seat, exhausted by the heat Then tossed in the meat grinder grind to the beat UH! Two thousand and ten I'm in house again Straight six PM and ain't about to bend Close your eyes and count to ten Get that mic out your hand we don't know where your mouth has been Street feeder, a street preacher Key note keepin peace keeper, elite UH! True believer few G's can keep up Don't! Need your critique or your halftime speech neither Emcee phoenix sweet Jesus retreat it Wouldn't believe it, if indeed they don't see it They take the chief cheeba chief it, try to sneak a peek Into the recess is of my deep seeded genius [Chorus: Brother Ali] Been tellin me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rollin stone I built this buildin all on my own I'm at home on this microphone, y'all don't hear me though Been tellin me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rollin stone I built this buildin all on my own I'm at home on this microphone [Verse Four: Jean Grae] Greasy slick talker, pick head picker Shit sparker the lit bender the big sister Face puncher when your bass jumpin off a cliff The race mix face morphin pick pain off your chick Lips spittin webs like Kris and Parker Peter pardon, flip junk and just to boost the whips magnetism The vast magnum hitter, grown woman Don't start a black woman on some no he didn't No prison goin no vixen roll playin sista No gold digger, ho shit I'm a boulder brass a ceremonious master Second to only have to wait, NO BITCH!!!! Oppose that the cold facts hard one simultaneously With the bars will get you bar none proof I'm amazin, group spontaneous to burst And I lay in a verse, upon namin me to birth They just placed me in the booth and I said (JEAN!!!) Yeah I was talkin I was walkin on the first day and you wasn't? Second day sparkin in the cot with my cousin Three, four parkin in the lot playin dozens Five on the block y'all be huggin Six doin shots of the licks trippin buzzin Seventh I rested, I wasn't exhausted I was takin a break so you can go and do your shit [Chorus: Brother Ali] Been tellin me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rollin stone I built this buildin all on my own I'm at home on this microphone, y'all don't hear me though Been tellin me that I'm so wrong Kickin through like a rollin stone I built this buildin all on my own I'm at home on this microphone