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[Intro]
Yeah, this that new Kweli I'ma give it to you before the bootleggers get hold of it You know what I'm sayin'? I figure I put it out first, make some money wit' it Why not, right? Okay, 1-2 [Verse] Yo I'm Brooklyn like the '90s Brownsville and Bushel keep it grimey When I'm from flatbush that's where you'll find me In Brooklyn, Tek wit' Justin and Sadat And Free and Sid from ??? Always catch me wit' Juju and Rubiks, we was truant kids Dollar band nooseses Jump bell, run, and never look back Mr. Man kept the hammer in his bookbag Rubiks introduced me to Black and Forte DJ Enuff on Avenue K I go back a long way Wit' Super Nat in Washington Square freestylin' everyday Peformin' at Lyricists' Lounge who ate off Jean Grae Fuckin' wit' Mood is how I met Hi-Tek Black Star came in effect when Elijah gave my tape to Mos Def Reflection Eternal was next on deck My crew the best and we proved it We knew our music was the Vanguard of a movement Every Rawkus release was bangin', they on the come up They was like fuck the radio 'til Pharoahe said "Get the fuck up" Flex listened, jabbin' at Bryant The next position was right about now we need the radio hit written While I hit the road On tour to support the records since the day it was sold Corey had me followin' the example of De La Soul Common and The Roots to me these the sickest niggaz Get my figures wit' the Okayplayers and the Spitkickers Rawkus got a deal with MCA, this the gray area But let it stir for Music Cemetery of America They tried to fool you by switchin' the name to Geffen Now they Interscope's bitch and every artist who had a chance left 'em Ain't no big surprise, wasn't no love there Jimmy Iovine never signed me, I just kinda ended up there But fuck that, literally it was my way or the highway Hit the road with the Beastie Boys and toured Europe with Kanye Gotta thank 'em for the love on the album I knew out on "Electric Circus" He'd get it by any means necessary like Malcolm I dropped a single, shot a video, took control of my situation Got a label poppin', it's a celebration (bitches) Yo boy Free I had to get out I put you on, that's where I'm at right about now [Hook] And if you're sayin' it's my time, you right about now This what's goin' through my mind right about now Hey yo, hey yo, it's time to write about now And if you lookin' you can find it right about now I put you on, that's where I'm at right about now This what's goin' through my mind right about now Yo, hey yo, it's time to write about now And if you lookin' you can find it right about now [Outro: Dave Chappelle {*DJ cutting*}] That's right bitches, Talib Kweli One of the baddest motherfuckers you've ever seen That's right bitches, Talib Kweli You're now rockin' with the best! I said it The best! The best! That's right bitches You're now rockin' with the best! The best! Talib Kweli Where's-Where's my snares? Talib Kweli Where's-Where's my snares? |
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| 2. |
| 4:31 |
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That's what I'm talkin' about
S A S, size ain't shit, never dat Strong arm steady, Talib Kweli Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Woah, I'm dealin' wit nuttin' but facts when I spit it though You niggas superstitious, don't step on the cracks Or split the poem, candle light, flickers so bright, I feel the wick Can kick a sicka flow and spill it like a liquor store I spit the shit to make a cripple get up and dance I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants I spit the shit to make a mothafucka call it a night I spit the shit to see fuck wit C Delores Tucker sex like I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute I play this well to win it, ya go to Africa like Cave Chappelle, you finished 'Cause ya prehistoric raps is borin' the number of whack rappers Soarin' like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions These niggas meak, they lyrics weak and they beats is corporate They try snitchin' on records their mouths is leakin' forces Drippin' 'em over system than Chinese water torture Rippin' a series of events more unfortunate than lemony snicket Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Yea, med alliance mind bless the mic for the gods Teach the blind plus get a piece of mine Release ya minds for each design Baby food for thought, rappas not [Incomprehensible] for sport Due to this pork eatin' niggas of sort Yo, you's a fuck face, burnt out loser that's always up late Planet Ais the revolutionary slash nut case A witchcraft black magic, data load up computers A spread the message wrote to you where, when I show illusions If all y'all niggas is killas then how ya write ya records? How'd you find the time? Stop lyin', ya minds infected There's only a few and I ain't sayin' niggas Don't put it down from you town, I'm talkin' 'bout you Yea, the fake dude promotin' propaganda And open on some fanna and out right snitchin' on them cameras Planet Ais, gold chain black bandannas low Steady gain click clack, rang, rang, there they go Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Yea, just a high skip and a jump away from gettin' everything That I could possibly want and prostitutes front, get a 4 bar on the roster Scratch that, I'm talkin' about a full roster of raps, monstas that rap Buzzed out later check the cadence of the frequency Uniquely, we strong arms strategically Easily I twist the [Incomprehensible] Killa Cali [Incomprehensible] back alleys burnin' backwoods in Danelis Or he probably wit Kweli, out in BK, we make it easy for the Djs Like instant replays, conversation by the buttons I talk and touch sumpin' Straight shots of the luey, he flew me out to London Crunchin' numbas, flippin' more dough like Siccisero Next thing you know, we kissin' ya hoe, wit out the mistletoe Strong arm steady, agony can sickly, Phil da rigglies The big league niggas is droppin' indies let's go Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Niggaz gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know you best to fall back, woah Talib Kweli, right about now This what I'm feelin' right about now And I invite you all to check it out wit me Let's go, it's like Niggas gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We da shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know, you best to fall back, woah Niggas gettin' caught in the trap For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap There's more to us than that We da shit consider the facts, after you analyze that You know, you best to fall back, woah |
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| 4. |
| 4:08 |
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(feat. MF Doom)
[Intro: Talib Kweli] Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, we on fire We gotta call the fire department Let's go Yo, yo, yo [Hook] I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot [Talib Kweli] Yo, I know you like that You like that! Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] There's an E! True Hollywood Story for the pluckin' it's ripe How cats is stuck in purgatory for life Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight They in the dark swingin' right to left Clingin' to the little bit of light that's left And can't escape the room, you can't escape the tomb You all wear a mask sometimes, I can relate to Doom That make the whole world earthquake, shake, and move The beat create a mood or eat your whole plate of food You can't come close like an order of protection That this is myself in the pack was sort of my intention Slaughter anybody testin' my callin', my profession Anymore questions will born 'em a lesson A demonstration of takin' it all the way home While you stuck at first base and It's like havin' relations without the penetration Basically doin' nathin' You a waste of space and time Always chasin' mine is how you lost your place in line [Hook] I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot [Talib Kweli] We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out [Hook] I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot [Talib Kweli] Yeah, free the radio population Kweli and Doom the 1-2, the combination Let's go [Verse 2: MF Doom] About time you heard a rhyme flow with Doom and Kweli To catch you with the combo, boom boom, Muhammad Ali Versus Potsy cursin' Yahtzee at the crap table Burstin' caps at a Nazi rap label Oops, a pot of hot tea spilt on the cable Evaporate an ice grill, read the seeds of Aesop fable Children, come sit, gather Face the rapid fire of the super slap shit outta liar The end Villain, the champ tramp Flowin' since they had him holdin' ??? He cleaned his mask with a shoe mitt And a little bit of her blue spit She told him you so stupid Wiped it off, got dressed and left Everybody instigatin', not just the ref We can shoot the fire on the dirt ground Rocks out live with the worst sound First round knock out [Hook] I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot [Talib Kweli] We got that uncut flow that bring the cops out Pay and groan like young Mike and get knocked out [Hook] I don't know why people try to be live when they not I gotta blow up they spot so I fly that knot [Talib Kweli] Yeah, free the radio population Kweli and Doom the 1-2, the combination Let's go {*DJ cuts Talib Kweli samples*} |
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| 3:44 |
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Every night, slips away (phone ringing)
in other words, (yo, who's this?) I should say there are no words, (y'all heard it) you should say there are no words, (I mean it's life) every night, slips away (I mean, what can I say? it's best) in other words, I should say there are no words, you should say there are no words Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift the heel I wish I could talk to Lauryn I mean excuse me, Ms. Hill and let her know how much we love her is real the industry was beating her up then those demons started eating her up she need a savior that'll bleed in a cup, yup we used to kick it in the salad days when she look at me like she ain't know me when she see me nowadays I nod, she nod back, that's how it stay her songs still better than anything out there hotter power play remember how they accused her of saying she did her album without help then she went to Rome to sing and tell the Pope about herself just after she left the Fugees started rolling with the Marleys got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Block Party she made songs about Zion and trying to be faithful took the Blackstar on tour in Europe I was so grateful speaking for myself but I'm sure I could speak for Dante I got to watch a show with Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte we used to chill at Nkiru, her moms was a customer she used to love to buy the books by Octavia Butler Parable of the Sower, the main character's name was Lauren what the album did for black girls' souls was so important I got concerned when she got sick on the road she ain't heavy, I'm a brother and I wish that I could pick up the load, but no every night, slips away in other words, I should say there are no words, you should say there are no words another night slips away in other words, I should say there are no words, you should say there are no words Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift the heel got your assitant on the the phone "I need to talk to Lauryn" and I wanna walk through the storm, and I could be the umbrella when the rain is pouring please, this no disrespect to whoever your man is though this relationship is strictly music like D'angelo I know you hate Babylon, and wanna see it fall but they won't let you read your poem at the BET awards you give us hope, you give us faith, you the one they don't like what you got to say but still they beg you to come, whoa now that's powerful sis, it's black power we get money, keep our eyes on the final hour and no I ain't saying you Christ, that would be sacriligous right? but you can blow up the night, sisters the rats is vicious the raps the sisters recite with their black fist up the devil's last wish is a queen that rise past bitches we used to read Francis Crest or anything by Third World Press will press but what the power of the word suggest hatched ideas in our heads like birds in the nest you gave birth to a new sound like Don did West, yes should I be saying all of this while the mic is on? I might as well let it out because one day I might be gone I write this song and hope you feel how much we love you and you play it, cause I really ain't got the words to say it but yo every night, slips away in other words, I should say there are no words, you should say there are no words another night slips away in other words, I should say there are no words, you should say there are no words Ms. Hill, you got skills, that's a gift, it's real get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift the heel |
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| 6. |
| 4:12 |
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ntro (Talib speaking):
Yeah Kweli in the house Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know? Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh [Verse] Make a joy for noise until the lord people are floored Cause the pen is mightier than the sword Leavin' the floor Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like a fisherman's rod I'm on mission for God he blessed me to spit it this hard A lot of niggas start shit but they don't finish the job I'm like Minister Farrakhan or Africans who finished a marathon The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on Even if the dawn lit overhead I carry on Like Flash Gordon the Scar on my Face is Brad Jordan Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in I want to cash all in Or I start breakin' like glass jaw I put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin' Or fast forward just to catch what I said Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on [Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rappin' till they pay us, is that real? We got babies We got bills Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it up (work it up) Sweat it out I don't know If you know My history I do it big Like Notorious did Get on and play like this according to kid Gangster like knock out Ned like Little Zane slayed all on his wiz Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six J-Lo, yo Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo [Hook] I don't know If you know My history you don't know me Choke the game till it's blue like a varicose vein And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain And the whole shit blew up Was it in vain? They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane The music got everyone crazy and who to blame Be prepared think there'll be some ugliness up in here End up in intensive care with the vegetables there, you know? [Chorus] It's the black hand bustin' the tech Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat Swingin' for the upper deck It's the black man cuttin' a check The nigger's the boss The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws I spit on the floor The right hook will get at your jaw Make the track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw I rap through: Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force So I spit at all the shit that I saw I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes The ones who smokin' cocaine so they don't fuck up they nose I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havana Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera From the land of the Alabama since the night in the Cali Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally Out the back of yo' Dinnali give you the skinny like Ally McBeal It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?! [Chorus] |
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| 4:30 |
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(feat. Mos Def)
[Intro] {Talib Kweli} Whoo We on fire tonight Whoo Yeah, we on fire tonight Whoo Black Star in the house fo' sho' (Yeah) Yo, now everybody go... (C'mon) [Intro Chorus] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def} Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme) Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme, Yeah, Yeah) Side to side... [Verse 1] {Talib Kweli} 'Bout to slap box with the beat The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street You can see the crack spot in the backdrop The heat in the stash box of the black drop You wonder why there's more crime Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line Getting information from the nigga-net The trickle-down theory guess it ain't reached niggaz yet I make a bigger bet Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat 'Cuz there's hardly any real niggaz left What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout Living a movie but the audience is walking out I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest 'Til there's only five hard beats left It's like a dead man walking I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking [Chorus] Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme) Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme) [Verse 2] {Mos Def} Yo' I got my headphones up like I'm listening close Face blank with expression it isn't a joke Start fire, sit back and spit its smoke To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat Mad problems...Take all the niggaz you know Add that number up with every nigga you don't Final number, some total of the niggaz that won't Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style What time it is, crew you can hate me now And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again Buck town republic again Writing on the wall trouble again Intensify struggle and such Killers, Sadč lovers deluxe Sound garnered, for the wild hearted Downtrodden, up-starters Young violent, uprising Cocaine, and gunpowder Up north, or bus crowded Daily vibes to thug mountain Cold caves or peaks of high Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide If you wonder why you got so much on your mind 'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time Fall back without recovering time, and time's up Brooklyn, put your dimes up [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] {Mos Def + Talib Kweli} {Mos Def} I put feeling inside of my rap Hold it down for my side of the map No matter what north, south east or west side of the mat Bend a needle on the mind and it's back {Talib Kweli} Got a problem with that? The holler back and the stars is black We the New Era you just a Starter cap Find out what happens when the artist in tact Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that {Mos Def} Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink You a vessel that's promised to sink Terra Firma ain't as hard as you think Stare down, and you starting to blink {Talib Kweli} Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth And spit out the truth 'Til the cops come and spray the booth [Chorus 2X] [Outro] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def} Its all right with you its all right with me Do the damn thing what you wanna be (Supreme, Supreme) That's right, that's right that's right that's right That's right, that's right that's right that's right (Supreme, Supreme) [Repeated 3X More] [Talking] |
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| 3:49 |
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[Intro-Talib Kweli]
Dave, this a monster [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... [Verse 1-Papoose] Knowledge is the founder of everything in existence If you not droppin' knowledge about us it's 'cause you ig'nant A top-notch scholar wit honors, I'm so gifted Live is the most vicious, honest and prolific I drop diabolical brollic wit no gimmick Astonish the flow critics, rhyme wit the most lyrics I paint pictures, jot it and dot it but won't print it My ? is photogenic, I am the most vivid Man, I got a brain the size of the most biggest Wide as them cold rivers, wise as them old niggaz Tired of this, though, half of you rhyme it but don't live it Watch it and go spit it, stop it, I know Physics Breakin' yo physical, demolishin' yo spirit The struggle got me thinkin' demonic and so wicked Man, I'm so deep I'm bottomless, yo, kill it Wise wit the flow, rhyme about Hymen, it's so senseless [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... [Verse 2-Talib Kweli] Live New York rap, stay away from the pork crap Actin' like you all that, get smacked if you talk back Spiritual like Rakim on ice, like Kane with the females Slick Rick and Biggie Smalls attention to detail Political like PE, I'm spittin' fire like Ice Cube Kweli and Ice do 'til you start fuckin' wit my fool Rap 'll set the right mood, fin' to blow like a light fuse You might lose, ya chance of winnin' slimmer than a size two Plus, the shit you kick so wack niggaz ready to fight you Fuck rap, you better off wit spoken word kickin' Haiku Or rhymes got teeth that'll bite you, make it clearer than white booze You ain't special, there's a million rappers like you Far from clumsy, but I drop lines and spill bars Smoke more trees and be around more Black chicks than Bill Maher Peel a card off the deck, this that real hard Hip-Hop shit Niggaz feel y'all, it's real, y'all [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... [Verse 3-Talib Kweli] The Beast is out when the police is out They be pullin' out and really showin' you what peace/piece about Upholdin' the law that's designed to keep my people down Bourgeois niggaz walkin' around like everything is equal now I'm peepin' how from the beat cop to the Interstate trooper To the Feds who put a price on the side of head of Cuba, B Protectin' the property value over the people life To take action against a foul government is the people right But not too many ready to fight It's like you'd rather be at home watchin' a flick or a fight Or maybe Nick-At-Nite It's sick how I'm addicted to mics, become a flickerin' light After I spark I'm always ready to write Where I'm from, they be watchin' us, but we be watchin' them And bust shots 'til the coppers bring the choppers in The squad cars try to box me in But I got knowledge of self and it's stronger than any cage you can lock me in [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out [Outro-Talib Kweli] A lot of different Beasts or demons roamin' the planet And they surface at any given time You never know when they can surface and come right up out of you No matter how righteous you think you are Situation could go down when you forced To let The Beast out |
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| 4:18 |
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(feat. Jean Grae)
[Jean:] he's back again for the first day We gonna do this one a little different. tryna test the waters (where you gonna run) [Jean:] not far (where you gonna run) [Jean:] where you gonna go [Verse 1: Jean Grae] I write underground climb up, this a new line up Niggaz fight your way through If you're not ready to lose may I suggest that you let us the fuck through Everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down Dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know Hands in the air, knees in, knees out Drop a little symbol on them this time, no doubt, let's go I write ten years deep and tenure's still deep My bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat I meant for the decades almost passed and spaceball was the least And I'm struggling still hustle to eat I must be built with Adam and Eve skin While y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in With your heart poking through on your arm stupid Drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed My mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin' Didn't need to get loud, no disrepect But you know the Jean is threat to your checks Niggas heart burning no prowl though sec to stop the attack Ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track And now I finally got some heat is good, let it be known I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone Can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya To quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up [Chorus:] Where you gonna run Where you gonna run Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna hide Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna ruuuuuun (Kweli) Yeah come on, yeah come on [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the track What get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' cat My flow get cap throw they gun like official Nas I'm draftin you niggas hard quick fast like tiptonat Diamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the glass Your mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cash Screaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplay Niggas rappin black and white and rappers shakin' Jean Grae Sick of niggas licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hot Let the pride and move the cattle Y'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want veal You baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle me Me? I don't like the taste this shit's gamey Like magazines telling lies and Star Wars like Dick Chaney It sucks though they losing they flavor like Now and Laters When I bust them niggas run for the hills like Al Queda [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jean Grae] She lacks delivery, really, nigga I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dorm Why y'all iggin' me for sure Jean is synonymous to chivalry Open doors but I step through first Test the waters and I pee in them got no network But now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you dead Only led I strapped with a razor sharp pencil that could write but it could stab you rapid It's all ass backwards, you're all mall performers, actors What tho?, come on let's race to where the cash is Get mauled like Roy the alter boy I'll jet through you like a Jet through flight, I'm unemployed You still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap level You face screwed ugly I'm chasing all you club bunnies And racing you tackle you down Take your money with your chest on the ground I know it's foul, what you gonna do now [Chorus] (I think it's time you gave it up!) |
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| 5:45 |
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