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| 2. |
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(Talib Kweli talking) (Sample Voice)
This the year of the BlackSmith... Talib Kweli... Kwame... Lets Go! (Listen!!!) Yea niggas dont- (Listen!!!) Back in the days we all used to- (Listen!!!) Now shit is so wack, nobody- (Listen!!!)to that real hip hop (Listen!!!) Yo (Listen!!!) Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here come (Listen!!!) Talib Kweli and im BANGING on ya Eardrum (I think i wanna hear you!!!) Wha? now lemme get up in it Wait-(wait just) Wait-(wait just) Wait-(wait just a minute!!!) Wait! (Verse 1) Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me ya ears Start repentin' cause the ending is near But don't (Listen!!!) panic, you can't function if you livin' in fear Pay attention you gotta listen to hear (Wait just a minute!!!) Who the fuck you talkin' to? Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin' I'm so crackin', you ain't heard? ya shit appear like "Closed Captions" King of the bars and I'm goin' hard cause- All my confidence comes from knowin' God's Laws (Listen!!!) Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war: Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar (Wait just a minute!!!) (Hook) Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here come (Listen!!!) Talib Kweli and I'm BANGING on ya eardrum (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Now lemme get up in it (Listen!!!) Its for ya spirit so (Listen!!!) But y'all don't hear me though (Listen!!!) Get up, get into it and get involved (Listen!!!) There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Now lemme get up in it (Wait just- Wait just- Wait just a minute!!!) (Verse 2) Get it now, get it fast, get it right Get it big, get it loud, get it done, get it tight (I think I wanna hear you!!!) But you don't really hear me though I (Listen!!!) spit clearly so (Listen!!!) it's live outcha stereo (Listen!!!)To your heart while its beatin' in ya chest (Listen!!!)When you speakin' to Execs And they see behind the desk (Listen!!!) To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt (Wait just a minute!!!) Real Hip-Hop is missin' from the shelf Yup, it's what you felt when you listen to yaself (Listen!!!) Only a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin' So before you spend ya hard earned spinach (Wait just a minute!!!) (Hook) (Verse 3) You love the sounds comin' out your speaka I spit rounds like a Nine Millimeta (Listen!!!) The youth today they frown at the teachers They ain't down with no leaders they don't wanna- (Wait just a minute!!!) They like, "What?! Nigga wait right there. I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you'll be missin' a 'Right Ear'" (Listen!!!) Get it clear, i figure its my year I'm everywhere makin' appearances in nigga's nightmares (Wait just a minute!!!) Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence (Listen!!!) What you heard as a Pro, I'm so amazing (Listen!!!) Don't front girl, you know its ya favorite New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience (Wait just a minute!!!) (Hook) Yo, don't it sound so good to you? (Listen!!!) Unh!, it's the return of the greatest y'all (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Talib Kweli, BKMC (Listen!!!) BlackSmith is the movement (Listen!!!) BlackSmith is the music (Listen!!!) Whatchu ridin' for? Whatchu livin' for? (Listen!!!) Whatchu dyin' for? (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Bangin' on ya Eardrum, Yea! (Wait just- Wait just- Wait just a minute!!!) (Listen!!!) (Wait just- wait just- wait just a minute!!!) |
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| 3. |
| 3:15 |
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| 4. |
| 3:12 |
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Hits from the bong
Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up Come along and take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down just for a second Don’t get me wrong it’s not a new method Inhale, exhale Just got an ounce in the mail I like a blunt or a big fat cone But my double barrel bong is gettin’ me stoned Home skillet There’s water inside don’t spill it It smells like shit on the carpet still it Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit Of the skunky, funky, smelly green shit Sing my song, puff all night long As I take hits from the bong Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a Let’s smoke that bowl Hit the bong and then take that finger off of that hole Plug it, unplug it, don’t strain I love you Mary Jane She never complains when I hit Mary With that flame I light up the cherry She’s so good to me When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen Don’t get me stirred Up the smoke through the bubbling water’s makin’ it pure So I got to take my hit and hold it Just like Chong I get the bowl and I reload it Get my four footer and bring it on As I take hits from the bong Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit Hits from the bong Can I get a hit |
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| 5. |
| 4:25 |
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You drew a picture
of my morning But you couldn't make my day Hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way Hey I'm lickin down you darlin' In every single way Hey Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels How the deal is that we're real so we're still around Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin' I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round no I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' You said I know you're Mr OPP man yo PP man won't only see me man You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not cause I hate cha You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark You try to act like something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's Hip top today swerve what cha heard Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops But still grownin ever day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found Don't know me don't come around Tippy tippy Tippy tippy Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up Your style is older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us Some kitty purr I call em sir too looking for hurt you Any trick that diss gets a curfew I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof My problem solvers name is Mook I hittin' woodys in a hoody Peace to Jesette Jobete JoJo Genae and every hood gee That's right my fight is ill Peace goes to LONS and Quest Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey Ho Hey HO Smooth it out now |
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| 6. |
| 4:25 |
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Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corrine
Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Ooooh child things are gonna get easier Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter Verse Two: Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains and pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor They say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is there ain't no hope for tha future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Chorus Verse Three: And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please... you got to keep your head up |
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| 3:28 |
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Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip Get a dent, pull a screwdriver, and be off quick With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's open To do anything, anywhere, anyplace Buckwild in another court case It's the code of the streets They might say we're a menace to society But at the same time I say "Why is it me?" Am I the target, for destruction? What about the system, and total corruption? I can't work at no fast-food joint I got some talent, so don't you get my point? I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine I gotta have it so I can leave behind The mad poverty, never having always needing If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts And while I'm selling, here's a flash report Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show? You gotta be a pro, do what you know When you're dealing with the code of the streets Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be weilding Got the tec one dealing, let me express my feelings Guru has never been one to play a big shot It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot Anf fuck turning my back to the street scene It gives me energy, so Imma keep fiends Coming, just to get what I'm selling Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon So keep abreast to the GangStarr conquest Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect I've never been afraid to let loose my speech My brothers know I kick the code of the streets |
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| 4:22 |
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[Butterfly]
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane They flock to booms man boogie had to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas What by the cut we push it off the corner How was the buzz entire hip hop era? Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The puba of the styles like miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock But I'm cool like dat [x7] I'm cool...I'm cool... [Ladybug] We be the chocolates taps on my raps Innovates at the sweeta cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate? It can kick a plan then a crowd burst Me I be diggin it with s bump verse Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup) Who understood yeah understood the plan Him heard a beat and put it to his hands What I just flip let borders get loose How to consume or they'll be just like juice If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic Hip hop gains a classic Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones) And I'm chill like dat [x7] I'm chill...I'm chill... [All] Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink.... Think..think..think..think..think..think..think... [Doodlebug] We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss Them they're the jams and commence to goin off She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt Him thats my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls You used to find a bug in a box with fade Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids And I'm peace like dat [x7] I'm Peace [Butterfly] Check it out man I groove like dat I'm smmoce like dat I jive like dat I roll like dat [Ladybug] Yeah I'm thick like dat I stack like dat I'm down like dat I'm black like dat [Doodlebug] Well yo I funk like dat I'm fat like dat I'm in like dat Cause I swing like dat [Butterfly] We jazz like dat We freak like dat We zoom like dat We out...we out... |
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| 9. |
| 4:01 |
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yo fatlip man
yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man yo man you got to tell the suckers what's up boy yeah ha-ha I got a letter from the dmv the other day I opened and read it it said they were suckers they tried to tell me that my license was suspended I got offended for a minute then pretended that I never even got the damn letter it's nine o'clock on the dot so I think I'd better scoot off to school 'cause in class there's a test I gotta dress fast grab my glasses and my vest oh damn as hardheaded as I am hopped in my hootie ride pumped up the jam put it in reverse into first and disperse and from that very moment on my day got worse as I was standing in the street I suddenly seen the smoke I know that Derek's on his way I ran to get my coat and a bag from the room it took a minute, boom hopped into the car we drove away in a zoom I assume doom as we were drivin' on the gravel at any given minute we could have a shortened travel so I ramble about my life (is that's a) shambles should'a took the bus a bus without the (silence horses) oh nice I wish we had good bikes we need to exercise maybe we could take a hike an' you could give Sheri back those car keys because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please please don't pull me over mr. officer don't pull me over mr. officer please (x4) away to our destination no license no insurance not even registration tags on the plate say december '82 car's so dirty it looks gray but it's really blue who would think we're up to good four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood in hats and glasses makin' funny passes like drivin' slowly playin' low-key for asses knowin' damn well one shine will harrass us and all the while we see girls jog Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog then we made a right and I spotted one in tights (ooh) (yo baby what's up, pull over) (you live with your homeboys?...yeah I live with my homeboys...that's where you're takin' me to your house where your homeboys are?...I mean but they're not home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw I aint got...) (5-0 man, 5-0) lights, action without the camera side-greens and high beams two to a tee the blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview hot on the trail of an innocent being my heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass my tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack what would happen to my girl and my record contract yo fellas (what) take off the baseball caps word up I heard that the nerves get tapped and throw on the glasses and give up the (tees) oh please don't pull me over officer please I'm discomboberated (what) discomboberated (what) discomboberated malfunctionated faded f-a-d-e-d I can't believe it's me oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please don't pull me over mr. officer don't pull me over mr. officer please (x4) (you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me a break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man...OK so, so nobody has a license? OK uh,...how're you gonna accuse me of doin' something dude...yeah you guys are definitely goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to jail) |
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| 3:57 |
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This is how we do it
This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we do it it's Friday night And I feel all right The party's here on the West side So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up Designated driver take the keys to my truck Hit the shore cause I'm faded Honeys in the street say Monty yo we made it It feels so good in my hood tonight The summertime skirts and the guys in Kani All the gang bangers forgot about the drive by You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it Let's flip the track bring the old school back This is how we do it This is how we do it all hands are in the air And wave them from here to there If you're an OG mack or a wannabe playa You see the hood's been good to me Ever since I was a lower case G But now I'm a big G the girls see I got the money Hundred dollar bills all If you were from where I'm from then you would know That I gotta get mine in a big black truck You can get yours in a 64 Whatever it is the party's underway So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it Ooh South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it Let's flip the track bring the old school back This is how we do it I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does nobody does YNV SCC all my homies I'll never come wack on an old school track Check it out Once upon a time in 94 Montell made no money and life sure was slow All they said was 68 he stood And people thought the music that he made was good There lived a DJ and Paul was his name He came up to Monty this is what he said You and OG are gonna make some cash Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash Oh I'm buzzing because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it I'll never come back on an old school track This is how we do it I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does nobody does Oh it's party time This is how we do it Straight up comin from the West side This is how we do it OG's got the flava This is how we do it And Monty doesn't like nobody doesn't Come on now Def Jam you know what it is |
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