A B C D E F G H I gotta’ gal wears her toenails long.
Drives a red Barracuda, singin’ meat packer songs
And she ain’t from Kalamazoo.

A B C D E F G H I gotta’ friend lived in a Mercedes-Benz.
Then a 55 Chrysler where the trunk never ends/
And the plates say Kalamazoo.

He had a steady job and watched what he spent.
He’d say I don’t believe in payin’ no goddamn rent.
I’ll squirrel away every goddamn cent
and buy my own damn house in Kalamazoo.

I knew a guy that mangled his hand,
and he went from pipe fittin’ to a hot dog stand.
They say last year he cleared fifty grand
selling dogs round Kalamazoo.

She turned to the world with a bastard child.
Said, “I just can’t handle him he’s too damn wild”.
But the years and the liquor have made him mild.
And he lays around in Kalamazoo.

We live in a greedy little world–
that teaches every little boy and girl
To earn as much as they can possibly–
then turn around and
Spend it foolishly
We’ve created us a credit card mess
We spend the money we don’t possess
Our religion is to go and blow it all
So it’s shoppin’ every Sunday at the mall

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

Chorus:
Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
It’s such a beautiful thing–Ka-ching!
Lots of diamond rings
The happiness it brings
You’ll live like a king
With lots of money and things

When you’re broke go and get a loan
Take out another mortgage on your home
Consolidate so you can afford
To go and spend some more when
you get bored

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

Repeat Chorus

Let’s swing
Dig deeper in your pocket
Oh, yeah, ha
Come on I know you’ve got it
Dig deeper in your wallet
Oh

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

Repeat Chorus

Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
You’ll live like a king
With lots of money and things
Ka-ching!

Fuck you titty suckin’ two balled bitch with a fat green lip
My dick conhotoe bitch oh shit fucking ass licking piss sucking cunt
These nuts on your lips Kentucky Fried kung-pao clits
I don’t know what to say
So what, don’t give a fuck, me know
I don’t know what to say
So what
Saggy tits swinging between your fat crusty arm pits big ass hairy
mole
Between your pussy lips cunt shit cock dick cunt tit barf piss balls
ass
Pecker quief oh shit fucked bitch damn fucking diarrhea slut with
dicks
I don’t know what to say
So what, don’t give a fuck, me know (x3)
I don’t know what to say
So what
I have fought to find stuff to say
But now I’ve found something to say
Fuck you, punk ass bitch (x2)
I don’t know what to say
So what, don’t give a fuck, me know (x3)
I don’t know what to say
So what
Cunt
Fuck
Shit
Bitch

[Talib Kweli]
So many emcees focusin on black people extermination
We keep it balanced with that knowledge of self, determination
It’s hot, we be blowin the spots, with conversations
C’mon let’s smooth it out like Soul Sensation

We in the house like Japanese in Japan, or Koreans in Korea
Head to Philly and free Mumia with the Kujichagulia TRUE
Singin is swingin and writin is fightin, but what
they writin got us clashin like titans it’s not excitin
No question, bein a black man is demandin
The fire’s in my eyes and the flames need fannin (3X)

With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination
*repeat 4X*

[singer]
Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I’m feelin

[Talib Kweli]
Yes yes come on, yes yes
Knowledge Of Self is like life after death
With that you never worry about your last breath
Death comes, that’s how I’m livin, it’s the next days
The flesh goes underground, the book of life, flip the page
Yo they askin me how old, we livin the same age
I feel the rage of a million niggaz locked inside a cage
At exactly which point do you start to realize
That life without knowledge is, death in disguise?
That’s why, Knowledge Of Self is like life after death
Apply it, to your life, let destiny manifest
Different day, same confusion, we’re gonna take this
hip-hop shit and keep it movin, shed a little light
Now y’all bloomin like a flower with the power of the evident
Voices and drums original instruments
In the flesh presently presentin my representation

With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination
*repeat 6X*
– – – – these two parts overlap – – – –
Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I’m feelin
*repeat 2X*

[Talib Kweli]
The most important time in history is, NOW, the present
So count your blessings cause time can’t define the essence
But you stressin over time and you follow the Roman calendar
These people enter Cona like Gattaca, you can bet
they tryin to lock you down like Attica, the African diaspora
represents strength in numbers, a giant can’t slumber forever
I know you gotta get that cheddar whatever
Aiyyo I heard you twice the first time money, get it together
You must be History, you repeatin yourself out of the pages
You keepin yourself depleatin your spiritual wealth
That quick cash’ll get your ass quick fast in houses of detention
Inner-city concentration camps where no one pays attention
or mentions the ascension of death, til nothing’s left
The young, gifted and Black are sprung addicted to crack
All my people where y’all at cause, y’all ain’t here
And your hero’s using your mind as a canvas to paint fear
With, broad brush strokes and tales of incarceration
You get out of jail with that Knowledge of Self determination
Stand in ovation, cause you put the Hue in Human
Cause and effect, effect everything you do
and that’s why I got love in the face of hate
Hands steady so the lines in the mental illustration is straight
The thought you had don’t even contemplate
Infinite like figure eight there’s no escape..

From that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination
*repeat 4X*

Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I’m feelin
*repeat 2X*

..

Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I’m feelin
*repeat 2X*

What I’m feelin, what I’m feelin, ooooh, what I’m feelin…

[Tyra]
Kobe, how many girls ahve said, “I love you?”
Not like ‘I love you Kobe!’ like a fan
But like, for real, like, baby, marry me
I love you

[Kobe]
You’re sweet
Once again (Once again)
Flawless (Flawless)
C’mon
Right
Uh, uh huh
Yo, yo, it’s like this

Uh, what I live for? Basketball, beats and broads
From Italy to the US, yes, it’s raw
I’ma search for the one that make my wealth feel poor
Who can ignore the spotlight life of Grandma
My falldown is how I found the aura, so I searched in
There’s plenty of women with sex appeal when it’s filled
Can even complete the package, all I date is actresses
Can play it safe with them, my money ain’t bait
But I must take risks to find a honey that’s legit
Whether she push a buck and a six, bumpin’ some mad chips
Out on her own, or live out of moms and pop’s home
Watch time, fashion, Adidas attire or Timbo’s
I don’t know, yo, these women come and go
Like the wind they blow, how do I know it’s you for sure?
When God talk to me, give me a signal
But until then, all my ears hear, just let me flow
C’mon


HOOK (2x)
[Tyra Banks]
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you
I believe you are very fine
If you give me one chance, I promise to love you
And be with you forever more


[Kobe]
Check this out though
Real love last, now do you love me or my cash?
My name, fame, drop top, Benz or the wooden dash?
You know my stash, from Georgie cash
Platinum, US express, no paper cash
Spend it all now, or kiss to be rich cash
Hash, stocks and bonds, laugh when they crash
Are you the type that brag the jewels you flash
The type-type with your ex-man and push his Jag
The type that love no scrubs or pigeons and got mad
The type that can’t stand a women with her own cash
You know, like lime, claim she ain’t rat
The type that get loud in public, refrain my hand from a slap
No time for y’all, too busy for y’all
Plenty of dimes turn me on and turn me off tryin’ to show off
Get lost, grow up, real women, roll up
Let yourself go, if you feel this, let me know
C’mon

HOOK

[Tyra] [Kobe]
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you Bounce wit’ me, bounce wit’ me
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you Right, right, uh, uh, uh

[Kobe]
Think ya eyein’ me, all along, I’m eyein’ you
The hunter becomes the hunted, girl, I’m preying on you
Beautiful, the feelings we share are mutual
Passion that’s telling me so for us is suitable
Un-controllable desire flows through me
When you say my name, such lust in your slang
No time for games, the games I play, all the same
Can’t get witcha, when the door hitcha, when the Lord splitcha
I figure, hour-glass figures could be dangerous
Cuz if your time runs out, they frame you for your clout
And having a past, well, I stereotype glass
All dimes ain’t money, ass, and feignin’ for a brother’s cash
Slash fame, slash power, slash respect
All the above, makes me a supreme threat to scrubs
Love but do you want? One more ‘gain, let me know
The words flow, from the bottom of your soul
C’mon

HOOK (till fade)

[Kobe]
It’s like that
Right
KB
TB
Flawless
Like that, spit it out

Ich komm’ zu dir
Halt deine Hand
Wir geben gemeinsam durch dies wunderbare Land
Das ich f?r dich erfand
Mit mathematischen Versand

Ref.:
Ein Wunder hier
Ein Traum gleich dort
Grad’ noch hier und doch schon fort
Ich zeige die mein Angesicht
Doch du siehst mich nicht

Ich wei? genau was dir gef?llt
Ich schaff’ dir eine neue Zauberwelt
In der kein Regen f?llt
In der nur deine Wahrheit z?hlt

Ich zeig dir Berge
Zeig dir Seen
Hier brauchst du alles nur mit meinem Augen sehen
Und nicht zu verstehen
Keine Angst du kannst ruhig mit mir gehen

In ein gro?es All
Ganz f?r dich allein
Hier kannst du endlich mal du selber sein
Im Neon – Sonnenschein
Fang ich dir deine W?nsche ein

I’m elevated [I’ve become a whore so I prepare to breathe]
I’m stimulated [I’m becoming sworn to you for secrecy]
I’m re-created [anything you want I will forever be]
I’m glad you made it

Spiritualize my sensuality, in your eyes, between you and me

You’re elevated [connected to the depths of the seven seas]
You’re stimulated [I can feel your pulse and now it’s part of me]
I’ll be creative [anything you want I will forever be]
For you I’ll save it

Spiritualize my sensuality, in your eyes, between you and me

I can’t evade it
You’re all I’ve needed
I am created

This has been a hell of a trip.

The weekend booze-up, out with your mates
To the Indian restaurant–open til late
Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold
Last chance for action before they stagger home
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
It’s easy in numbers to make racist jokes
ANd you have to prove to everyone you’re one of the blokes
No imagination, never stopped to think
A lack of respect, a bellyful of drink
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked

[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G

[Nas]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
Showed me how excitin life is
I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
How we met it must have been fate
First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent’s paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raise kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
I can get with that I drop you off home
I call you hit me back
I wanna dig that and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had
You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
You precious more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact I’m kinda hopin we can stay together

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail
Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice
And it’s the day that your father give you away
to a real man that gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now, look me in my eyes and say I do
Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates
We can spend our honeymoon in the states
You can throw your friend the bouquet
Somethin in the back of my head say
For us two, maybe cuz I love you
Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
As long as we together it’s heaven for me to please you
Won’t stop til I tell you me to beautiful
Deeper and harder love layin new with you
Runnin my fingers through your hair it’s like days can go by
while I’m wit you and I won’t even care, word

[Chorus]

[Nas]
She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi’s
Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas
Thug ones to those soft as baby shit
She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips
Til one day she decided to flip
It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit
Started talkin this divorcin shit
I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake
Half my car, half my kids? Can’t get that
Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that
Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that
All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass
Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look
With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook
For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
You my queen God bless you

[Chorus 2X to fade]

K!
You’re OK with me, oh K K K
Kindergarten kids in the nursery school
Kissin’ and huggin’ with K
K!
You’re a kissable letter, oh K K K
Kangaroos and kittens, Kathy and Kate, K K K
K!
I’d like to keep you awhile
I’m keen on you
Even when you’re silent, you knock me out
You know a thing or two about the alphabet
Now don’t you? Whoo!
K!
You’re OK with me oh K K K
Keavis and Kennels and Kevin and Kim, K K K
K K K K K!!!!!