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- Previously on "Bigger"...

- I need to get some Section 8 runners

in here so I can recoup my investment.

[sighs] Fuck.

- Record me. - I ain't doing all that.

- Boy, turn the damn camera on.

Let's stay heart healthy, black people.

- You just make sure you don't get distracted

and lose that promotion.

- I got this.

- Hey, come on, bro. We're up out of here.

♪ ♪

- What the fuck did you do?

♪ ♪

- You're hurting him!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Have you seen Willy?

He's 5'11", friendly, can fold the hell out of a fitted sheet.

Yeah, me neither.

♪ ♪

I see you.

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music]

- I called Fulton County Jail again.

They still won't tell me if Willy's there.

Said I need his last name.

[sighs]

- Nice shirt.

- Oh. Oh, don't worry.

I got you one, too.

♪ ♪

- So are we gonna talk about the straight razors?

- This is all Yoga Lady's fault.

Now you gonna let me cut a bitch, right?

- Liberty-- - I'm cleaning it for her.

She's not even gonna get an infection.

- Liberty, okay, you're not gonna cut Kristi.

She has a class at 9:00.

Now, how do we find someone who's homeless

that the police took?

- How would I know? All my people got homes.

- Not helpful.

- Okay, I'll get Insta on it.

[sighs] Nobody can hide from the Internet.

Oh, and my girl's a blogger.

Mm, I'll tell her about you and Willy.

- I kind of got that for Willy.

- And?

- Okay, you know what? I'm gonna go make a macchiato.

Let me know if you find anything.

- Okay.

[funky music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ This Grand Hustle team of kings is gettin' rich ♪

♪ I lean and get lit, lima bean six ♪

♪ I take breath, the opposite of Primatine Mist ♪

♪ I ride 26 and let my nice screen flip ♪

♪ Dro be watchin' Oprah, Mac, nine up in a clip ♪

♪ Triple black Phantom, nah, it ain't Tip ♪

♪ With Lucky Charm diamonds ♪

♪ And, man, but, nah, it ain't Flip ♪

♪ Okay, bounce, okay, then I let my shoulder lean ♪

- You earned that, sweetheart.

- ♪ And I bet my motor clean ♪

♪ Suicide doors, Brown Rover look like pork 'n bean ♪

- Love that last one.

Old-school ATL. - Thanks, man.

Yeah, 2006 was a pretty good year for music, I guess.

- Oh, "Walk It Out," "Money Maker," "What You Know."

Classics.

- So, uh, you a big fan of Pepper's or--

- No, man, I saw you play that set the other night.

- I can explain.

- You had me at "Back That Azz Up."

When I saw you'd be spinning on my lunch break,

I had to come by.

- What you know about that?

- I know all about that.

- ♪ Shake your money maker ♪

♪ Like somebody 'bout to pay ya ♪

♪ I see you on my radar ♪

- So you're throwing a party. What kind of music do you want?

- Exactly the kind of music you play.

- [chuckles] - Yeah, it's this weekend.

and we'd love for you to come do your thing.

- All right, dope.

Yeah, I'll be happy to come out.

- It's for my son's Bar Mitzvah.

- Nigga. - I'm sorry.

- I didn't say anything.

- Well, we raised him right. Don't worry.

He likes the old stuff like me.

- I don't do kid's parties. - We'll match your rate here.

- That ain't hard. - We'll double it, then.

It's a good crowd, it's a great venue.

- I'll think about it. I'm just busy.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Okay, yeah. - All right.

- No problem.

[sighs]

Well, honey, looks like it's just you and me.

- Hey, my lovelies!

Y'all want to see what's going on in my fridge?

Come on.

Come on.

Not a damn thing.

You ain't finna catch me missing no car payment

stocking up this fridge--

- "'Basketball Ex's' Tracey and her busted ass"?

"Makeup is turning girls into scammers these days"?

"This is why I have trust issues."

I'm gonna kill Vince.

[Goodie Mob's "Cell Therapy"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ When the scene unfolds ♪

♪ Young girls, 13 years old, expose themselves ♪

♪ To any Tom, Dick, and Hank ♪

♪ Got mo' stretch marks than these hos ♪

♪ Hollin' they got rank ♪

- Hey! Have any of you met Willy?

He's a vet.

He wears a-a camouflage jacket.

Just like a lot of you seem to have on.

- ♪ Tricks like her back in slavery ♪

♪ Concentration camps laced with gas pipes lines ♪

♪ Infernos outdoors like they had back ♪

♪ When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945 ♪

♪ Listen to me now, believe me later on ♪

- Willy, hi! - Hey!

- Oh. Oh, wow.

Um, pardon me, sir. Enjoy your game.

- ♪ Places like operation Heartbreak Hotel ♪

♪ Moments tell until airtight vents seal off despair ♪

- I'm telling you--you ready for camping this weekend?

- Yeah, look, I just bought all my supplies this week.

Yo, Steve's gonna be there, right?

- Oh, yeah.

Yo, Steve is a maniac camper, bro.

Dude doesn't even wear a headlamp.

- A head-- okay, a headlamp.

Look, I mean, I got a lamp on my phone.

- Wait, you ain't got a headlamp, man?

- No, okay, I got a whole list of other stuff.

Sleeping bags.

I got, look, a canteen.

- I hope you got some heavy-duty stuff, though.

It's a two-mile paddle into the camp,

and then a three-mile hike to the bear locker.

- A bear locker? - Yeah.

- There's bears picking locks in the woods?

- It's a bear locker, man.

That's where we keep all our stuff.

- Ha, you just playing with me.

You just... - [chuckles]

- Oh, yo, somebody call security.

Frank just got back in the building.

- Oh.

No, bro, they gave him the senior financial officer's job.

- [chuckles] Right. Okay.

- I mean, you know how it goes.

- But I was up for that promotion.

- They take other résumés as a formality.

Frank's the owner's nephew. Man, he's a shoo-in.

I'm sure you're next, though.

- Right. I'll be right back.

Steve, you got a second?

[suspenseful music]

But all my accounts are profitable.

I brought in several high-profile clients.

- Okay, I'm gonna stop you.

I like you, Deon, but Frank needs this more.

- Frank who's addicted to Oxy Frank?

- We have very high hopes for Frank's rehabilitation.

- Frank who got fired as an intern Frank?

- Look, if it was up to me, it would be you,

but my hands are tied.

♪ ♪

- [yelling]

♪ ♪

[recorder playing] - Drop it off!

She getting down! Oh, she getting down

She getting down! [chuckles]

Ooh, my ride is here.

- Layne, what are you doing?

- Patrice, call your father.

Tony, just because someone shares their crack with you

doesn't mean you have to have sex with them.

Okay, your body, your choice.

- Get your ass in this car! - Okay. Bye.

- Girl...

♪ ♪

Oh, oh, my God. No.

What on planet Earth?

- I-I've been looking for Willy--

you know, in hospitals and homeless shelters.

You know he's out here because of me?

And there's a bunch of people out here just like him

that are just trying to get by.

Probably...he's alone

and scared, and he needs me.

- Willy don't need shit!

Didn't you say he was in Desert Storm?

That man is fine, okay? I'll help you look, Layne.

Just let me stop by my property real quick.

- Oh, okay, but I don't know if we have time to--

- Bitch, I said I would help.

- Well, I'm impressed.

You brought this place up to code so fast.

- I guess you'll be letting me invite renters in, huh?

- Call me when you have a group

of Section 8 eligible tenants.

And please vet them accordingly.

- Um, was that just directed at me?

- Yeah, yeah.

You--you look like failure, and you smell like ass.

You need a shower.

- It can't be that bad.

Okay.

- This project was hard as hell.

I did it! I did it myself, okay?

It's more than that bitch Shelly can say.

- So how did you pull all this off?

Doesn't Section 8 have, like,

a ton of rules and regulations?

- I just took matters into my own hands, okay?

You know, it's all about finding loopholes.

- Loopholes. Huh.

- Mm, loopholes. Yes, girl.

Don't sleep.

Ooh, ooh, let me show you the toilet I installed.

Yeah, let's freshen you up,

and then I'll take you back to the shop.

[R&B music]

♪ ♪

- Hi, can I do a small coffee please?

Blackity-black black?

- No way. Tracey damn Davis.

Oh, I got to tell my girl about this.

- Thank you. Keep the change.

- Hold on. Let me get this picture.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! [chuckles]

Oh, uh, I like--I like your hair like that.

- ♪ Come bless my yes-no BS smile ♪

♪ I ain't no molester ♪

- Oh, shit!

[laughs] You look crazy!

- You blew my damn cover!

Get your ass out of that booth! Nigga, now!

Quickly, faster, move!

- Trace, you saw the video? People like it.

- Because of your dumb ass,

now everybody knows what I look like without makeup on.

That was the only way I wasn't being recognized,

and now everyone is on my shit!

Keep it hobbling, Pepper!

- Pepper ain't hurt nobody.

♪ ♪

- Vince, what were you thinking?

- Tracey, screw these trolls on here, okay?

These people are getting to know the real you.

And I like you without makeup.

- ♪ Fall back, player, I don't want your chick ♪

- I don't care what you like!

You got on IG, like, yesterday,

and you've already managed to sabotage my entire image.

- I'm sorry.

But you were talking about getting more followers.

I thought I was helping.

The only people that want me are 13-year-olds

and they whack dads.

- What?

- I got invited to DJ a Bar Mitzvah,

but I'm not about to spin for a bunch of 12-year-olds

hyped up on lemonade.

What do I look like? - Why not?

You should want to DJ for people

who actually want to hear you spin.

Plus, them Jewish dads make bank.

- You're gonna help me out and put something in my tip jar?

- You lucky I don't slap the shit out of you

for what you just did.

I took it too far? - Yeah.

- Hug it out?

- No. I'm good.

- Vince, don't act like you don't need a hug.

- ♪ The club is real hot, so dope, tear it up ♪

- [sighs]

Hello. We--

The door's behind you.

[owl hoots]

[door closes]

- I can take the stove out, right?

[dogs barking] - We got one Chihuahua.

The other ones will stay outside.

- Oh, hell, no.

No, take that--take that shit and those dogs,

get 'em out of here.

You got to go. - They'll be out tonight.

- That'll do it. Can--can--can she sit down?

Get your goddamn kids, please!

Oh, no.

No.

Oh, yeah? Well, fuck you, too.

[sighs deeply]

[cries]

- So now that she's passed,

I'm just trying to raise my girls right.

- Now, how did you hear about us?

Because it doesn't look like you qualify

for Section 8 housing.

- It would really mean the world to them.

- Let's work something out,

but don't tell anyone about this.

Okay.

[knock on door]

- What are you doing here? - Ha ha.

Is that a dirty "Free Willy" shirt?

- [laughs] Yeah, it was a very long day.

- That makes two of us.

- Mm!

So what's in here, huh?

- Nah, I saw Liberty posting about y'all looking for Willy,

so I thought he could use this once y'all find him.

- Deon got Willy a tent. I think I'm gonna cry.

- But I did get it on clearance.

I can't find the receipt.

- Okay, it's, like, the thought that counts.

Whatever.

You don't need this for your little white-boy adventures

this weekend?

- Nah, I'm not going. I didn't get the promotion.

- Oh. Oh, my goodness.

I am so sorry, baby. Come here.

[sighs] Which family member did?

- Fucking nephew. - [groans]

- They weren't even considering me.

I'm so tired of playing their fucking games.

- I know. This is, like, a good time for you

to just take a look at your options.

- What?

- Like, screw your bosses.

- What does that even mean-- screw my bosses?

- Quit.

Like, you don't have to work there.

- So quit?

- Yeah.

- Layne, I got responsibilities.

I take care of my mom, my aunt,

and now I got my fucking cousin in my pockets?

- Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't think about that.

- Yeah, 'cause you don't have to think about it

since you had someone bankroll your dreams.

- Fuck you.

- [sighs]

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I don't know. It's just fucking white people.

- Oh, okay, so you just insulted my whole shit

because white people?

- [sighs] Oh, my God.

I don't--I don't even know why I said that.

- Oh, probably just to be a fucking asshole.

- This feels different.

- What?

- Usually we--we argue, agree, disagree.

But I don't want to fuck up our friendship

on something that isn't right.

- Something that isn't right?

- [sighs]

We can't even figure out how to be with each other.

And now we're arguing in a way

that feels like it'll fuck up everything that we even had.

- Um...

what are you trying to say?

- I'm saying maybe we should just go back

to being friends again.

- Fuck you.

- [sighs]

Keep the tent.

- ♪ See you later, alligator ♪

♪ Turn up, where my girls, cuz? ♪

♪ Don't nobody kick it like we do, we do ♪

♪ Yeah, boy, you know what's up ♪

♪ Oh, you said you got bands in this bitch? ♪

♪ I'm like, me too, me too, me too ♪

♪ Go on, nigga, run it up, 'cause I hate it when a man ♪

♪ Think a woman can't do somethin' ♪

♪ Yeah, nigga, who is you? ♪

♪ If want to take a shot, then, baby ♪

♪ Go and shoot somethin' ♪

♪ Boy, you know you can't hoop ♪

♪ All my girls say ♪

♪ Ooh, na, na, na ♪

♪ Hey, tip your crown, keep your head to the sky ♪

♪ This good life is free, you got to stay fly ♪

♪ I had to do a nigga like Left Eye ♪

♪ Ooh, na, na, na ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Still na, na, na ♪

♪ To all my women gettin' hyped ♪

♪ Ooh, na, na, na ♪

♪ Just play on, play it ♪

♪ Tell the haters see you later ♪

- Are you following me?

What do you want?

- We saw your YouTube channel.

Look, we just wanted to see what you're making tonight.

I can't get my kid to eat vegetables.

Mixing them in with the rice was genius.

- Fine. I'll show you how I make my greens.

Come on. I ain't got all day.

- Come on. Thank you.

- [laughs]

Whoo!

Oh, you okay?

- No, I'm fine.

You know, just a little beat down.

This bubbly will give me life, though.

- Yes.

Okay, so you coming to fix my apartment next, right, V?

- Oof.

- I can't believe people are letting you be their landlord.

- Oh, yeah, and I'm gonna treat 'em good, too.

You know, just as long as they don't call me after 7:00

and on weekends, we good.

- Cheers to Veronica.

- Yes. - Cheers.

- Sweet.

- [humming happily]

I did that, y'all. - Veronica.

- Wha--

This bitch...

Why are you here, Shelley?

- Congratulations. I called your office.

They told me you rented out the place.

I wanted to give you a little something.

- Oh, yeah, I'm not eating sugar right now.

- Oh.

That's too bad.

- We'll take 'em!

- Great! They're all yours.

I am so happy you were able to turn this property around.

- Why? You think I couldn't do it?

- No. [laughing]

It was too hard for my reno team,

but I never doubted you.

Well...

I don't want to interrupt--

- Girl, you're not interrupting.

- I mean, we ain't got no extra glasses,

but you can drink from the bottle.

- So I'm gonna go.

Hope your friends enjoy the cookies.

I called earlier.

None of them have walnuts, just in case you wanted one.

- You remembered?

- An assistant never forgets, girl.

Here.

- Okay. All right.

- I'll see you at the next auction.

- Uh-huh. Yeah.

Thank you.

Can you believe that ho?

Crashing our celebration, trying to drink our champagne.

You won't catch me eating these.

- Mmm, mmm. - You will not catch me eating.

- She just a little property-stealing ho.

- But wait, didn't you steal this property from her?

- This attentive bitch remembered

your allergies and everything.

- Maybe the ho ain't that bad.

- Take the cookies.

They your cookies, and they 16 pounds.

- I don't want the cookies.

- I'll take them home, though.

- Carry.

[upbeat music]

- The Internet is the world's greatest detective.

Liberty's post totally worked.

♪ ♪

Who would've thought I'd be this excited to see Willy?

I think that he needs me as much as I need him.

♪ ♪

- Focus on your inner peace.

- Willy, you're teaching yoga now?

- Oh, I'm sorry, Layne,

do you mind if I talk to you after class?

- Oh. - Just give me one second.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. - All right.

All right.

- Did he just, like, curb me?

- Now reverse warrior to exalted warrior.

That's it.

Good job.

Janice, bend your knees a little bit.

Good, good, good, good.

Now, on the exhale, move to vinyasa.

Warrior one.

- Vince!

Hey, so happy you could make it.

- Thanks. - Hey, if my wife asks,

we met in the kosher deli at Toco Hills.

- Yeah, okay, sure.

- Let me show you where the equipment's set up.

It's all ready to go.

Hey, you have "Hava Nagila," right?

Vince? - Huh?

- Uh, "Hava Nagila"?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Uh, right here.

- Vinyl. [laughing] That's awe--

Man, I am so glad you're doing this.

Thank you. - Thank you.

- Hey, don't forget to eat.

Okay, it's a bar mitzvah, so...delicious.

You got to eat.

- Yeah, yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi. - Hello.

- Shalom.

Hey, what's up, y'all? I'm DJ Vinny.

[cheers and applause]

All right, we're gonna get into this mix, but first...

we got to congratulate my man Tyler!

[air horns blaring]

Come on, y'all, let's get into it.

["Hava Nagila" dubstep remix playing]

♪ ♪

- Oh!

[laughs]

Dope!

♪ ♪

[rhythmic applause]

- Oh, shit.

Yo, yo, higher.

Yo, hang on, Tyler.

Higher!

Higher, higher, higher.

Yo, yo, hold on, Tyler. Hold on to that chair, bro.

[laughs]

Hang on, brother.

- Hot shit. - Grab your partner now.

- ♪ Mmm, I'm going down, down, baby ♪

♪ Your street, in a Range Rover ♪

♪ Street sweeper, baby ♪

♪ Cocked, ready to let it go ♪

♪ Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what ♪

♪ Listen to it pound ♪

- All the ladies in the house say, "Ow!"

all: Ow!

- Say, "Ow!"

all: Ow!

- All the fellas in the house, say, "Oh!"

all: Oh!

- Say, "Ho!"

all: Ho!

- All right, y'all, a little bit of participation.

Say, "Tyler!"

all: Tyler, Tyler, Tyler!

- Everybody scream!

[all screaming]

- What's up, y'all? It's your girl--

Brooklyn's finest, coming to you from the ATL,

live and in living color.

We gonna make some jerk cauliflower tonight, so...

Get a little bit of olive oil. Close our eyes.

The ancestors will tell you when to stop.

Oh. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I mean, make sure your lip gloss is poppin',

and then make sure your head get out the way.

Ugh. Gross, gross, gross.

Sorry, guys, it's getting under my nails, and it burns.

Oh, goddamn. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fork. There are children watching live.

Oh, my God. I am sweating like a whore in church.

Y'all, if y'all are gonna cook in a wig, put on a fan.

It's very hot.

I have more pans to grab.

Grab these.

I'm okay.

Um...

[sighs] Fuck this.

This is...

And these stupid lashes. They're in the way.

And this stupid fucking wig is in the way.

Okay.

[sighs] All right.

Now... [sighs]

Tracey, wash your hands. You just touched your hair.

- All right, y'all, I'm about to get up out of here,

but before I do, I want to give one last

shout-out to the birthday boy.

Congratulations, Tyler! You out here, bro!

[cheering]

- Vince, mazel tov.

- Mazel-what?

- Mazel tov.

- My toes are fine.

- [laughs]

Mazel tov.

- Oh.

Mavel tov!

Tyler, mazel tov!

[cheering]

- That was incredible, man.

- Hey, what are you doing next week?

- Are you free on the 15th?

- Let me check my schedule, okay?

- Uh-huh. - I'll let you guys know.

- All right. [imitates gunshot] - Awesome.

- [imitates gunshots]

- Hey! - Hey.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[poignant music]

♪ ♪

[knocking at door]

- We're closed.

- Layne, can I please talk to you for just a minute?

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry

about what happened the other day.

I mean, I really didn't expect it to go that far.

- My friend got assaulted

and thrown in the back of a cop car.

What did you think was gonna happen?

- I didn't think that.

I was just thinking about the time and money

I invest in the studio.

I honestly thought they would just write

a ticket and move him.

- Girl, black people do not get tickets.

- Okay.

I got it.

I still have a lot to learn,

but we still have to be neighbors.

So...

what can I do to make it better?

- Well, you can accept Willy as your neighbor...

because I found him.

- Thank God. Is he okay?

- Yeah, yeah, he's fine.

He's actually been doing yoga, and he's really good at it.

You can talk to him yourself. He's in the back.

And before you say anything, it's not loitering.

Willy works at Back In The Day.

This is my property,

so he can remain on the premises.

Seems like there's loopholes for everything, Kristi.

- Well, um...

Give him a little housewarming gift for me.

- Oh, you can give that to him yourself.

He's back there.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You can just go back there.

- And go this way?

- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks. - No probs.

♪ ♪

- Hi.

- What is it?

- This is for you.

- Really?

♪ ♪

Thank you.

- Cog in the wheel. It's awesome.

All right, so, um...

let me see, your office is getting ready.

That's all good. Now, what's up with your dad?

I haven't talked to him in a while.

- How good are you at golf?

Let's go golfing,

and we can do cocaine on the golf course.

Oh. Okay if I just pop my painkillers here?

Of course.

You're only here 'cause of your uncle anyway.

- Hey, Marcus, what's up? - This nigga...

Oh, hey, I'm Marcus. I play golf, too.

Oh, no, look at my backswing. Look at me.

You want to touch my hair? I love chicken.

Who doesn't love chicken?

Little cup of dipping sauce.

Got hot sauce in my desk.

Yeah, no, I could teach you how to dance

while we're out there in the woods.

Couple little chants.

Get the fuck out of here.

- ♪ First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll ♪

♪ Then we let it pop, go, let it go ♪

♪ What? X gonna give it to you ♪

♪ He gonna give it to you, X gonna give it to you ♪

♪ He gonna give it to you ♪

♪ First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll ♪

♪ Then we let it pop, go, let it go ♪

♪ X gonna give it to you, he gonna give it to you ♪

♪ X gonna give it to you, he gonna give it to you ♪

♪ He ain't never gave nothing to me ♪

♪ Every time I turn around, cats got they hands out ♪

♪ Want something from me ♪

♪ I ain't got it, so you can't get it ♪

♪ Let's leave it at that, 'cause I ain't with it ♪

♪ Hit it with full strength ♪

♪ I'm a jail nigga ♪

♪ So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen ♪

♪ You against me, me against you ♪

♪ Whatever, whenever, nigga, fuck you gonna do? ♪

♪ I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing ♪

♪ What? Only nigga that you know... ♪

- 35 points for "ejaculate"--insane.

You need something, Deon?

- I quit.

[Talib Kweli and Hi-Tek's "The Blast"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

- Oh, hey, man. What's going on?

What are you doing with a-- Everything okay?

- ♪ Yeah, you pronounce my name ♪

- ♪ Kweli ♪ - ♪ Any questions? ♪

- Yo, D, you all right, man?

- ♪ And he from the Natti ♪ - ♪ Natti ♪

- ♪ We make the sky crack, feel the fly trap ♪

♪ Get your hands up like a hijack ♪

- Yeah, I'm good, man. Real good.

- ♪ Natural mystic or smoke when the spliff's lit ♪

♪ It's a revolutionary ♪ - ♪ Party ♪

- Next time on "Bigger"...

- That Bar Mitzvah I DJ'd the other night--I cleaned up.

- Damn!

- And they said I can invite my peeps...[speaks gibberish]

- All right, I'm down.

- You want to be friends one minute,

and then the next minute,

you're looking at me with those eyes.

- Why you smell like a slave? - Uh, I'm saving water.

So I'm not showering but twice a week.

- Tracey Davis? - Yes?

- Are you Tracey Davis? - Whoa. Yes, I'm Tracey Davis.

- You're under arrest, Miss Davis.

- Layne, we'll figure something out.

- ♪ Yeah, you pronounce my name ♪

- ♪ Kweli ♪ - ♪ Any questions? ♪

♪ I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek ♪

♪ And he from the Natti ♪ - ♪ Natti ♪

- ♪ We make the sky crack, feel the fly trap ♪

♪ Get your hands up like a hijack ♪

♪ Fist in the air for... ♪ - ♪ Kweli ♪

- ♪ Keep 'em there like natural mystic ♪

♪ Or smoke when the spliff's lit ♪

♪ It's a revolutionary ♪ - ♪ Party ♪

♪ They ask me what I'm writing for ♪

♪ I'm writing to show you what we fighting for ♪

♪ Say Taleeb or Talib ♪ - ♪ Kweli ♪

- ♪ If it's hard, try spelling it phonetically ♪

♪ If not, then just let it be, like Nina Simone ♪