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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Intro - Talib Kweli)
7-18 stand up (c'mon) Talib Kweli, BK MC Turn it up (yeah) We 'bout to drop it low Baby I got the flow (yeah) to work your abdominal (I'm goin in) It's the lava flow (yeah) strictly A game Rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa) You got to rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa) Rock it fast, rock it slow (c'mon, yeah) You gon' rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!) (Talib Kweli) Black rock and roll, black hotter flow At the end of the black brick road, lets get it goin yo Geffen don't fuck the shit up, ship it gold So I could sell like the whole Jigga back catalo' Matta fact I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and merch' fam Always get the story straight accounts first hand (yeah) That nigga, the crack spitter, the black fitted low Give you that bit of information so You could know what you see when it's your time to go The diamond flow cut glass, crack binary code You're kinda slow, you need a new career (yeah) You're kinda old, you need to hang the mic up on the wall like a souvenir Don't blame the mangers, "Be All You Can Be" Join the Army like Canibus, niggaz avoidin me like the draft and run to Canada, flash like a camera That's when his girl asked me to dance with her - so we gon' (Chorus) (Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it low Baby I got the flow to work your abdominal (Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flow Strictly the A game, rock it fast, rock it slow (Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it low Baby I got the flow to work your abdominal (Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flow Strictly the A game, drop it fast (Talib Kweli) That's how we do it all the way live.. I put it down so hard that I developed a rep (c'mon) From the punchlines to cave in your delicate chest The fella can test, let's see how jealousy get I smell the fear in the air and I could tell he was pet' Kweli - look in my eyes and you could tell I'm a threat I wet my throat and get bent like a pelican's neck I make a gentleman's bet with my ghetto connect And got a .9 in my mind you can't metal detect I pull it out, put it to your head and shoot from the hip I fired 13 shots and left 2 in the clip (yeah) I spit the truth, that's it, I'm not confused one bit (c'mon) I'm so New York City streets that I'm abusin your whip Cruisin the strip, sunny day sky blue like a Crip (c'mon) For the rush hour Enuff threw this in the mix Quarter to six, Amadeus is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh) To get a screw loose in your chick, son she losin her shit (whoa) (Chorus) (Interlude - 4x) Check me out, yeah, yeah, yeah Get your ass up on the dance floor No we don't stop, when we in the dance off Baby girl whatchu wanna get into? I wanna get in too, bring your friends too (Chorus) |
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from Talib Kweli - Reflection Eternal [Train Of Thought] (2002)
(talking) If you can talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance That's an old proverb from Zimbabwe You know what I mean If you can talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance Yeah, and the trumpet is blown Yeah, alright, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Alright, Wooh! (talking) Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, one more time Yo, anybody can tell you how it is What we putting down right here is how it is and how it could be Reflection Eternal for real And with that- These cats is no match Plus they lack a certain knack for rapping Chasing but they never catch the wagon Like rerunning what's hap'ning Since back when They had potty issues and snotty tissues, we been rockin' Think you poppin' next year nobody will miss you My thoughts is too advanced for the artists on these labels They come sweeter than sabal and softer than mashed potatoes I tried to told you the rhymes run over emcees like Land Rovers Took 'em back in time like Sam Kofa, Sam Kofa We stand over the Atlantic, looking broad like a man's shoulders The fire is trapped in a belly, ready to pop like canned soda We outlasting, from middle passage Touched down in New York Cincinnatay! Big Ohio status what you thought Money it's classic these bastards try to treat us like cattle So life has been a constant battle, battle Rising above the crabs in the barrel Way too used to living in death's shadow We stay on point like the best arrow, arrow We hit the target accurate Star shit, back it up When we hit town, y'all niggas pack it up That's how we get down, straight smash it up Like a whip, hydroplaning Hydro on the brain and maintaining Game changing into subtle shit, we remain blatant Yo, got to tell you to your face You get replaced in this game, by Kweli Place the face with the name These cats drink champagne and toast to death and pain Like slaves on a ship talking about who got the flyest chain (talking) Yo, we the reflection of our ancestors We'd like to thank you for the building blocks you left us Cause your spirit possessed us Yo, you blessed us Thank you very much (7x) Yo, we the reflection of our ancestors We'd like to thank you for the building blocks you left us Cause your spirit possessed us Yo, you blessed us Thank you very much God bless you (7x) |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Chorus)
Around my way... Around my way... All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with pain Around my way... Around my way... Around my way... All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with pain Around my way... (1st Verse) People let me paint a picture You know I ain't a christian I ain't a muslim, ain't a jew I'm losing my religion I speak to god directly I know my god respect me Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me I ain't knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitals Spit the gospel, truly knowing jesus like apostles do Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed too Stay away from ham like Abraham, Lord'll follow you Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a do You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou I'm on the block, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you Your love, plus hard work and ambition We gonna make it through, my songs is psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical This is for my soldier niggaz looking in the mirror who Sitting home scratching off serials eating cereal The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracle We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge Bread in the oven by the roaster We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads when niggaz ain't become American till 9/11 Feeling like you gotta sneak into heaven When the reverend looking like a pimp and the pimp look like the reverend (Chorus) Around my way... Around my way... All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with pain Around my way... These conditions make us strong And we create our own businesses so later on Our children have things in their name that they can say they own A mix tape freestyle become your favorite song No place like home when the cops ask you about your neighbors Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you Till you spill your guys like you a Garcia Vega We roll blunts not the papers Cop the greatest take it coast to coast L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators Cop the Dro and cop the blacks Cop the four, cock it back Drop the flow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap Be a doctor or a lawyer or make your momma a promise that You'll finish school, but when you got a dream you gotta follow that And make sure when you make it out the hood, you always holler back Think about what you got from that And always put your dollars back On top of that, this is a legacy and we a part of that The hood is where my heart is at Catch me around my way (Chorus) Around my way... Around my way... All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with hate Around my way... Around my way... Around my way... All the corners filled with sorrow All the streets are filled with pain Around my way... |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Mos Def] Against the canvas of the night Appears a curious celestial phenomena called Black Star, but what is it? [Talib Kweli] Black people unite and let's all get down We got to have what? We got to have that love [Mos Def] What is the Black Star? Is it the cat with the black shades, the black car? Is it shinin from very far, to where you are? It is commonplace and different Intimate and distant Fresher than an infant [Talib Kweli] Black, my family thick, like they're striped molasses Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses Black is the color of my true love's hair Star's are bright, shining, hot balls of air [Mos Def] Black like my baby girl's stare Black like the veil that the muslimina wear Black like the planet that they fear, why they scared? Black like the slave ship that later brought us here Black like the cheeks that are roadways for tears that leave black faces well traveled with years Black like assassin crosshairs Blacker than my granddaddy armchair He never really got no time to chill there Cause this life is warfare, warfare [Talib Kweli] Deep on the front lines, and blacks is all there Black like the perception of who, on welfare Black like faces at the bottom of the well I've been there before To bring the light and heat it up like "la cocina" Make without imagine happen but maybe I'm just a dreamer I love rockin tracks like John Coltrane love Naema [M] Like the student love the teacher [T] Like the prophet love Khadeja [M] Like I love my baby features [A] Like the creator love all creatures [Talib Kweli] Who acknowledge truth and peace seekers We on point like heat seekers Targettin the black marketing strategists Run up on em with the heaters Everybody followin with no leaders Feelin like we killin ourselves because I know they can't defeat us It don't stop til we complete this, keep this fly There's so much to life when you just stay Black and God [Mos Def] Blacker than the nighttime sky of Bed-Stuy in July Blacker than the seed in the blackberry pie Blacker than the middle of my eye Black like feh-lah man cry Some man wan ask "Who am I?" I simply reply, "The U.N.I., V.E.R.S.A.L. Magnetic" Work to respect the angelic, climb the mountaintop and tell it til the valley's enveloped You're full of big chat but you nah know me I'm dark like the side of the moon you don't see when the moon shine newly [M] You know who else is a Black Star? (Who?) Me [T] You know who else is a Black Star? (Who?) Me [A] You know who else is a Black Star, who we? (And we) [A] be shinin and shinin, when we rhymin and rhymin We be shinin and shinin, when we rhymin and rhymin [Mos Def] Now everybody hop on the one, the sounds of the two It's the third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright tonight It's the third eye vision, five side dimension [T] You know the light [M] Go from the dark [T] The other way is ass-backwards [M] It's absurd [T] Make you wanna crow like a blackbird [M] That's right [T] You livin from your first day to your last night [T] Sometimes you show your ass like [M] Lint on your clothes [T] When you froze in [A] THE BLACK LIGHT [M] Dead that [T] Before you get your head wrapped [M] Like Badu [T] We see through your voodoo [T] Just like Eve's Bayou, you dealin with that black magic [M] Try to civilize you [T] Not walk on by you [M] Like civil-(lies do get you black listed) it'll [T] Be unlucky for you like a black cat [M] A panther [T] Revolution is the answer [M] That's what we need [T] Greed plague my people like the cancer [M] True indeed [Mos Def] Now black people unite, and let's ALL GET DOWN Now everybody hop on the one, the sounds of the two It's the third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright tonight Everybody hop on the one, the sounds of the two It's the third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright tonight It's the third eye vision, five side dimension Equalin up to eight, light shine bright |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Mos Def] Yo yo, yo, whassup, yo yo Yo yo, we gonna, we gonna slow it down so we can speed it up y'all Right now I want everybody come to the front That's right, move forward I want all the poppers and the breakers, to form this circle I want all the poppers and the breakers The writers and the exciters, to get in this circle and make it real live yo Cause I'm seein too many stars up in here tonight yo I'm seein the Rock Steady Crew I'm seein Ken Swift, I'm seein Mr. Wiggles I'm seein Modesho, I'm seein Crazy Legs Man I'm seein the Zulu Nation up in here I'm seein the Rawkus family, Shabaam Shadeeq, Company Flow Menelik, I'm seein G-ology, Shawn J. Period Man this the Black Star movement Mos Def, Talib Kweli we gon' keep it live for the b boys and b girls universally Rock Steady Japan, Rock Steady Europe Rock Steady New York, yo we just gonna keep it live all over the world -- get live [Talib Kweli] Party people, in the place to be My name is Talib Kweli Yo, I got my man on the side of me Mos Def-initely, and we, are (Fresh) Black Star (Fresh) G Young (Fresh) Hi-Tek (Fresh) Native Tongue (Fresh) Shawn J. (Fresh) Eighty-eight (Fresh) Ninety-eight we bout to motivate, come on y'all [M] [T] Here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who was put on hold They tried to stop the goal We on a spiritual plane Tried to kill the pride And destroy the name We just two bad brothers Who will never quit I'm Mos Def Kweli (WE THE ULTIMATE) Make sure that you tell Everybody you know To get on line Take a ride To the Black Star show! Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all Black Star Shinin Shinin, we in the house Shinin Shinin, we in the house y'all |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Talk)
Woe, yeah, yeah, when you doing you and you real fly wit it It's like niggas always wanna check you, no what I'm sayin? Always wanna make sure you keepin'it real, keepin'it real nigga Nigga, do you (Chorus) Back up offa me(Hi-Tek) Back up offa me Won't you, get out my face? Better stay in ya place Fed up, how much can I take? Yo, you need to just Back up offa me(Here we go yaw)Back up offa me I got money to make and not a minute to waste I need space when I'm trying to create, you need to just Back up offa me (See me in the cut) Back up offa me (Tryin' to roll up) Back up offa me (We can roll up) Back up offa me (Hey yo, muhfuckah hold up) (Verse) Tone, what is this? I know he ain't talkin This is grown man business, be your own man Stand up on ya feet, I thought we was homies But ya coming at me like you don't know me You think you do,well you're probably wrong I'm surrounded my babies than Ashanti songs Oh baby,I know ya don't get it Ya trying to walk in my shoes, I know you won't fit it Just cause I know you and ya flow too Theres more to it, you won't get it I don't owe you, you want Hi Tek to do a record for you So niggas is checking for you Comfortable, cause niggas get respected for you Get your own repect Duke,that aint mean or evil (nope) Ain't no crutches in the crew, my crew a crew of equals (yup) Shit was cool when we was teen-agers, we grown men You my people, but I don't need you moanin'and groanin' I can't feed you, I already gotta kid How a nigga try to regulate that's not his? I ain't trying to sign I'm just the artist nigga I'm just trying to rhyme and go the hardest, nigga (Chorus) Back up offa me(Hi-Tek) Back up offa me Won't you, get out my face? Better stay in ya place Fed up, how much can I take? Yo, you need to just Back up offa me(Yeah)Back up offa me I got money to make and not a minute to waste I need space when I'm trying to create you need to just Back up offa me (See me in the cut) Back up offa me (Tryin' to roll up) Back up offa me (We can roll up) Back up offa me (Hey yo, muhfuckah hold up) (Verse) Radio suckers never play me cause I don't let them They're like a pimp only hoes sweat them When I do a show I like to catch the ladies eyes Dodge the paparazzi, I don't want to see no lady die Sports, entertainment, academics, business or politics Ya find hoes that swallow dick for dollars quick Young broads, roll up in gangs, like the Young Lords Jump off, satutory rape, now you done for What, you thought that your shorty was going to act her age? No, right now, somebody's daughter is backstage (yup) It's a master-slave relationship, but guess who's Toby? It's the white girl in Colorado, but guess who's Kobe? Tried to tell you not to fuck with these debutants That's more Kobe beef than Japanese restaurants Don't need diseases or cases, ain't trying to catch nothing And when they're throwing pussy best believe you catching something(hey) (Chorus) Back up offa me(How hot is that?) Back up offa me (Hey) Won't you, get out my face? Better stay in ya place I'm fed up, how much can I take? Yo, you need to just Back up offa me(Yeah, hey)Back up offa me I got money to make and not a minute to waste I need space when I'm trying to create you need to just (Talk) Yeah man, this nigga,(shh)Back up off you Nigga, you talkin' bout me, know what I'm sayin'? I know that nigga talkin' bout me, know what I'm sayin' man? Who you think put him on? Okay, I put him on (Back up offa me)Talib Kweli That's supposed to be his rap name or somethin' like that? Nigga's name is Henry Abernathy, that's his real name Henry Abernathy, from 51st Street He just gonna go out there and get money with out me, (Ya know) But I gotta book of rhymes, I gotta book of rhymes Ya know what I'm sayin? (Back up offa me) Back up off you, you need to back up off me But I'm serious, if he come back around the block If he come back around the block If he comes in my line at the grocery store I tell ya right now, as soon as I bag his groceries Ya know what I'm sayin? I'm a take lika-lika little snapple bottle And just crack him across his forehead And I'll be like, Yeah Talib |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Sample)
This is a tear jerker (Intro) {*echoes*} The revolution is here, the revolution is here people I said it once, I'll say it twice You gots to be ready The revolution is inside of you People, the revolution is here, yeah (Hook) The revolution's here No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah) No one can change your ways (rock with me for a second) No one can lead you off your path (come on) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (Verse 1: Talib Kweli) Yo, I heard it's said the revolution won't be televised But in the land of milk and honey there's a date you gotta sell it by Otherwise it just expires and spoils And these folks jump out the pot when the water too hot Cuz the fire boils inside You go to church to find you some religion And all you hear is connivin' and gossip and contradiction and You try to vote and participate in the government And the muh'fuckin' Democrats is actin' like Republicans You join an organization that know black history But ask them how they plan to make money and it's a mystery Lookin' for the remedy but you can't see what's hurtin' you The revolution's here, the revolution is personal They call me the political rapper Even after I tell 'em I don't fuck with politics I don't even follow it I'm on some KRS, Ice Cube, Chris Wallace shit Main Source, De La Soul, bumpin' "2Pacalypse Now" (Hook) The revolution's here (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha) No one can change your ways No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world ('scuse me) So please excuse me while I laugh (Verse 2) Yo, I speak at schools a lot cause they say I'm intelligent No it's cause I'm dope, if I was wack I'd be irrelevant I'm like the dope in your tracks until your high is settled in You leanin' to the left, the laughter's the best medicine But the troubles you have today you just can't laugh away Stay optimistic, they can change, it's gon' come like Donny Hathaway You have to pray, on top of that, act today Cuz opportunity shrivel away like Tom Hanks in "Cast Away" Everybody pass away, the past will pay, the family mournin' Everybody act accordin' to the season that they born in You fight in the streets, start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin' In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' by the sword and All that folks want is safety, they goin' gun crazy The same reason Reagan was playin' war games in the '80s The same reason I've always rocked dog chains on my babies The struggle is beautiful, I'm too strong for your slavery (Hook) The revolution's here (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha) No one can change your ways (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world ('scuse me) So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah) The revolution's here No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh No one can change your ways No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (Outro: Talib Kweli) It's a beautiful thing that's happenin' right now Right now G Yo, I'm rockin' with my man Hi-Tek on the track right now We fightin' the good fight The Beautiful Struggle Yeah, let's go (So please excuse me while I laugh) |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Talib Kweli)
I do it for the people, I do it for the love I do it for the poet, I do it for the thug This is for victory, and this is for the slaughter I do it for my mother, I do it for my daughter Promise I'll always love ya, I love to kiss and hug ya You and your brother should be lookin out for one another I'm so blessed, man, y'all the reason I got up Somebody put his hands on you I'm gettin locked up I'm not playin, that's the prayer I'm sayin for Diani And if I die then she'll be protected by Amani That's her bigger brother and I love the way he love her She a girly-girl, she love to imitate her mother But she a Gemini, so stay on her friendly side She'll put that look on you, it's like somebody' friend just died My pretty black princess smell sweet like that incense That you buy at the bookstore supporting black business Teach her what black is; the fact is her parents are thorough She four reading Cornrows by Camille Yarborough I keep her hair braided, bought her a black Barbie I keep her mind free; she ain't no black zombie This is for Aisha, this is for Kashera This is for Khadijah scared to look up in the mirror I see the picture clearer thru the stain on the frame She got a black girl name, she livin black girl pain This is for Makeba, and for my mamacita What's really good, ma? I'll be your promise-keeper I see the picture clearer thru the stain on the frame She got a black girl name, she livin black girl pain (Hook) My mama said life would be so hard Growin up days as a black girl scarred In so many ways though we've come so far They just know the name they don't know the pain So please hold your heads up high Don't be ashamed of yourself know I Will carry it forth til the day I die They just know the name they don't know the pain black girl (Jean Grae) This is for Beatrice Bertha Benjamin who gave birth to Tsidi Azeeda for Lavender Hill for Kyalisha ALTHLONE, Mitchells Plain, Swazi girls I'm reppin for thee Mannesburg, Guguletu where you'd just be blessed to get thru For beauty shinin thru like the sun at the highest noon From the top of the cable car at Table Mountain; I am you Girls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin For Cape Colored allied for realizing we're African For all my cousins back home, the strength of mommy's backbone The length of which she went for raising, sacrificing her own The pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions For rubber pellet scars on Auntie Elna's back I march Fist raised caramel shinin in all our glory For Mauritius, St, Helena; my blood is a million stories Winnie for Joan and for Edie, for Norma, Leslie, Ndidi For Auntie Betty, for Melanie; all the same family Fiona, Jo Burg, complex of mixed girls For surviving thru every lie they put into us now The world is yours and I swear I will stand focused Black girls, raise up your hands; the world should clap for us (Hook) My mama said life would be so hard Growin up days as a black girl scarred In so many ways though we've come so far They just know the name they don't know the pain So please hold your heads up high Don't be ashamed of yourself know I Will carry it forth til the day I die They just know the name they don't know the pain black girl |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Pharrell) Kweli!!!
(T. Kweli) Yeah! They wasn't expecting this! that's why ya (Pharrell) Hahaha (T. Kweli) Gotta hope for the best and play 'em for the worst, c'mon! (Pharrell) Muhfuckers is history! (T. Kweli) C'mon!! (Verse - Talib Kweli) This the story of - Lucy In The Sky Wit Diamonds Ask her why she crying, she wanna live, she got no time for dying Was a science, dreams too big for a small town She gotta get to New York and watch a door fall down Hopped off the Greyhound, gotta make her way now She sleeping on the park benches in the playground But cash burn quick, don't wanna have to turn trick Ready to quit 'til she met the super pimp Flashing his toothy smile that drove little Lucy wild She quick to hop up on his dick straight Hoopie style She let the fella hit but she sang she sell-a-bit (celebate) He ain't buying that, she ain't selling it She looking for love in all of the above Believing videos, trying to back up all on a thug Who wanna - put it in her, withdraw like a Citi card But now she shake that ass for tips at the titty bar (Chorus - Talib Kweli) (Pharrell) Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S LOUDER!!) Louder - than a bomb shattered in in the air (IT'S LOUDER!!) Try to hold back your tears baby! (IT'S LOUDER!!) Wait a second, what happens here baby? (IT'S LOUDER!!) Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S LOUDER!!) Louder - than a bomb shattered in in the air, yeah (How many of y'all think you can do what we do?!) Yeah! Wait a second (One! Two! Three! C'mon!) (Verse - Talib Kweli) Dreams shattered like broken glass Press ignore it and your hopes get broken fast You complain for the life you supposed to have But when you try to make plans God is known to laugh Throw a song on the phonograph, and Lucy start wilin The trick start smiling, watch the loot start flying The Gucci start pilling up, she live designer plush Start lining up the coke so she could find a rush Time's up, she's about to turn 33 Her shit started to sag, she got surgery Now cats are used to drive past her like a Church van Acting on thirst, 'She Wants To Move' like a N.E.R.D. fan Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man She the ring leader in a clique of birds And they shadowy, like the silhouette behind the curtain (Chorus) (Verse - Talib Kweli) She was a small city girl with big city dreams Niggaz try to figure how to get up in them jeans Put her in them scenes, get her on the team Hit her wit the cream 'til they figured out the schemes Now she all up in the club looking for a new love Really like Huey Lewis looking for a new drug Cause coke's getting old, started free basing Graduated to crack, smack on occasion Not catching the bus, but back at the station Back and forth pacing, acting all impatient Last hundred dollars, she got to 'Get By' Now gotta make a choice, go home or get high Mommy and daddy miss her, she left for the fame Now what's left is the dirt that's thrown on her name She need a ticket home if it's the right course Instead she bought a ticket to ride the white horse (Chorus) |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
(Mos Def)
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin I wanna know, I wanna know who you are *Mos Def singing* (Mos) Brown skin lady, hey hey (Talib) Yes (Mos) Where you goin (Talib) This goes to the brown skin ladies (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) Yo, indigineous women of the planet Earth (Mos) What you doin? (Talib) Givin birth to the brown skin ladies first (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) For what it's worth, from me to you (Mos) How do you feel? (Talib) From me to you, watchin you I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, I live the way you move (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, please, won't you do that dance (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby (together) And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is (Talib) Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years I met a few, none of them compare to you Preparin you to make food bearable, somethin terrible, let's see: you fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, huggable Doable like art, suitable to be part of my life, Coppertone, oh you copyright infringement Pay you bidness ten cents, way back in the day It's like I'm standin there you know appreciatin God's design and then you showed up, it's like you read my mind DAMN SHE'S FINE, I think I add the R-E, in front of that and see if she D, to get, with a cat like me (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, I live the way you move (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, please, won't you do that dance (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby (together) And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is (Mos Def) Ooooh! Daring me girl, look at you! Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new Ooooh! Headwrap cover your hairdo Pretty feet peekin through open-toed shoe Ooooh! No limit to what I would do Make love to you like long interview Whooh! Is she for real, me like you Good look champion, win the title True, many man try invite you Shot down lyric each time they cyph you Jewel, what man you get all insides you Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue I tighten up my game as I approach you Yo check her she the nectar the bee get close to ... (Talib) I don't get many compliments, but I am confident Used to have a complex about, gettin too complex You got me, willin to try, looked me in the eye My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames it's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the coal train to A Love Supreme My brown lady, creates environments, for happy brown babies, I know it sounds crazy but your skin's the inspiration for cocoa butter You provoke a brother we should get to know one another I discover when I bring you through my people say TRUE, all I can say is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you *Mos Def singing* (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) Yes (Mos) Where you goin (Talib) This goes to the brown skin ladies (Mos) Brown skin lady (Talib) On the planet Earth today, yes (Mos) What you doin? (Mos) Brown skin lady (Mos) How do you feel? (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, I live the way you move (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move (Talib) I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the way you walk, yes, please do that dance (Mos) I like the way you walk, when you walk on by I like the way you move, I like you baby (together) And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is (Mos) There she is, she's a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady (Talib) You know what some people put themselves through to look just like you? Dark stocking, high heels, lipstick, alla that You know what? Without makeup you're beautiful Whatcha you need to paint the next face for We're not dealin with the European standard of beauty tonight Turn off the TV and put the magazine away In the mirror tell me what you see See the evidence of divine presence Women of the, Carribean, they got the, golden sun I know women on the continent got it Nigeria, and Ghana, you know they got it Tanzania, Namibia and Mozambique and Bothswana, to let it speak about latinas, columbianas ... Tallenas, of course the Brooklyn women walk that walk And the Bronx women walk that walk Honies from Queens walk that walk, NYC, ATL, LA Cincinnati, the Bay Area... |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
(Child #1) ...and then Jackie Chan just started kickin em
like POW! POW! POW! (Child #2) Whaaaaa??! (Mos Def) Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that it's time to go to bed y'all Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that You know what time it is, you know what time it is (Children) Uncle Mos? (Mos Def) Yeeesss? (Children) Would you read us a bedtime story please? (Mos Def) Okay, okay. Ya'll tucked in? (Children) Yeessss... (Mos Def) Heeeere we go... Once upon a time not long ago When people wore Adidas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good There lived a little boy who was misled By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said "Me and you kid we gonna make some cash, Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash..." They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder Set some R & B over the track for 'Deep Cover' (187!) The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic He said "Yo, that presidential I got ta have it..." With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track But little did he know that his joints was wack The shiny A & R said "Great new hit G!" "Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me..." The kid got amped and he starts to figure "I'm-a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!" So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock' Was out in the street when he met this sister Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister Hooked up the track and in excitation He decided he'd head for the radio station But (But!) he was runnin' and he made a left Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo money, Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?" He ran upstairs up to the top floor Opened up the door then guess what he saw? (Who?) JANE the chickenhead radio host Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast He said "This one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!" The chicken said "Thanks." and spanked it #1 He went outside, was gettin' props all over Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover Raced up the block doin' 83 Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D He winked his eye like his star status mattered They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter "You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic..." His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said They told the kid "Back down, that playa shit is dead." Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an' Before long, the young man got surrounded Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory And that is the way I got ta end this story He was out chasin' cream and the American dream Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass Life is more than what your hands can grasp Good Night! (kids talking) Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos (3x) Knock 'em out... A-nother...Mos Def...Black Star MOVEMENT... presentation... CRUUUMBS! |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Mos Def]
Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, lawd have mercy All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHAAAAAAAoohhhh See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion that most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin and talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, who'd have thought they was frontin?" Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA, get carted away with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli One two three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wyahhhhh I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, wyahhhhh [Mos Def] I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!) So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin It ain't about production and -- what else we discussin? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed COLOSSAL, true original b-boy apostle Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo [Talib Kweli] You think you the shit somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click or some random kid you smoked buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano [Mos Def] Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us in the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the +cheaters+ A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up Chorus |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
[Mos Def]
Lawd, lawd have mercy All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenements Cause all my Brooklyn residents, heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHOA See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty What a pity - blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin and talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, Who'd have thought they was frontin?" Talkin Loud like you in RCA, get carted away with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like [Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli] One two three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, yeah I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, yeah [Mos Def] I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!) So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin It ain't about production and - what else we discussin? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed COLOSSAL, true original B-boy apostle Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo [Talib Kweli] You think you the shit Somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history Of spittin the epitome, of stupidity - livin my life Expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano [Mos Def] Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty millilitres for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just Make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By TONY COTTRELL, TALIB KWELI GREENE, DANTE SMITH Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC |
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from Mos Def, Talib Kweli - Are Black Star 'Definition & Twice Inna Lifetime' [single] (2001) | |||||
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from Talib Kweli 3집 - Right About Now (2005)
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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from Talib Kweli 4집 - Eardrum (2007)
[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer Prayin for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it yeah Yeah the people starvin for somethin new, we starvin for it (My tummy hurts, I couldn't eat) Mmmm, mmm, mmm (Did you have fun at school today Trey?) My little man go to bed so hungry Get up, go to school with his nose runny, come home with his nose bloody His sister laughin, he like "What's so funny~?" 'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy Nuttin in the freezer, nuttin in the fridge Couple of 40 ounces but nuttin for the kids Little man know to eat to live but he don't wanna leave the crib The kid who punched him in his face house right down the street from his He went anyway, more scared to face his moms She'll beat him soon as she flip out, seein his face scarred Walkin past the dopefiends with they smoke to the place of God Hopes and dreams pourin out the holes in they face and arms Little man in the face of harm if he don't eat He need energy so when he go to school he can compete And keep up, all he got is bodegas But hey he only got enough a for quarter water and a Now or Later Anyway, grandma say Jesus'll be here any day Good - cause with nuttin to eat it's gettin hard to pray... pray... [Chorus: repeat 4X] In order to receive, then we need to give We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live [Talib Kweli] Listen... My rhymes got nutritional value I get it how I live, it's critical when the conditions allow you Do you don't trust the critics who doubt you Try to write shit about you, but they can't make a living without you Go hungry, you gotta watch what the media feed ya And don't be a poisoned animal eater either It's harder than it sound, cause nowadays, put that swine in everything The white sugar so addictive it's pure 'caine They got, pork in the toothpaste, soda in the Sunny D Jello brand gelatin is laced with the lecatin In Africa they starvin, over here the food hurt you Cows goin mad and the chickens crunk with bird flu It's too ill how the food kill it's like blue steel Lies never set you free, but the truth will The truth still matter the proof is in the batter or the pudding You can tell we eatin good, we gettin fatter [Chorus] Listen... |
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from Talib Kweli 4집 - Eardrum (2007)
I don't, remember the first time I heard Kwe-li
I don't remember what I was doing There were no remembered witnesses to my doings But it seems like I've known him, forever He who has, moved through mornings and midnights Through, deaths and dawns To document our bones our blood our lives Listen, listen to his exact wings Strumming mists from clouds Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth Listen to his, revolution of syllables Scoping lightning from his pores Keeping time, with his hurricane beat Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER Yeah, they say you can't please everybody... Let's go! Yeah, ay, they ain't know what that sound like Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive? Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky? I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential Only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals But incidentally my, energy heavenly Can he be so ill there ain't no, pill or no remedy The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate Make no mistake there ain't no escapin your destiny Especially when, 'til death do us part, like wedding rings I'll be here forever, put that on e'rything You're everything maaaaaaaaan! You're everything maaaaaaaaan! Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end Your father, your brother, your lover your friend The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain That's right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train All city all night I'm enjoyin the fame I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general In the battle between God or the Devil I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin This kid proficient in, every position The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision 'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah I'm standin right here I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air I try to fit it in the same rhyme But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time You're everything maaaaaaaaan! You're everything maaaaaaaaan! First time I heard him, I was in Japan Seems like the first time I heard him was like, the Reflection, Reflection Eternal Like when Kanye came out I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say that but New York native, and serious Talib fan I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli Him, Mos Def all of them man, I need them out here in my life It's a rainy morning in New York City |
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from Talib Kweli 3집 - Right About Now (2005)
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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from Talib Kweli 3집 - Right About Now (2005)
(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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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Talib)
Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah (Verse 1: Talib) We sell crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through episodes too, like "Attack of the Clones" Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers, spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors We survivalists, turned to consumers Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself These words, melt in my mouth They hot, like the jail cell in the South Before my nigga Core bailed me out To get by.. just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky with the window of the red eye Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die" (Chorus: Background singers) This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goal's Just to stop smokin', and stop drinkin' And I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (by) (Talib and background singers) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by) (Verse 2: Talib) We keep it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk" Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk Yo, I activism - attackin' the system, the blacks and latins in prison Numbers have risen, they victim black in the vision Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly The TV got us reachin for stars Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug When, all you really need is love To get by.. just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch" We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop, what (Chorus: Background singers) This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goal's Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking But I've been thinking - I've got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (by) (Talib: repeat 2X - with background singers) Yoyoyo, yo Some people cry, and some people try Just to get by, for a piece of the pie You love to eat and get high We decieve when we lie, and we keepin it fly Yoyoyo, yo When, the people decide, to keep a disguise Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside But there's people you find Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin the signs |
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from The One And Only Dick Gregory (Album Inspired By the Motion Picture Soundtrack) (더 원 앤드 온리 딕 그레고리) [ost] (2021) | |||||
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from The Man With The Iron Fists (철권을 가진 사나이) [ost] (2012) | |||||
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Intro: Talib Kweli)
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (Hook: Anthony Hamilton) Whatever in your heart is where you want to be My hood is the ghetto Even when you look Its never what you see My hood is the ghetto I've been down before up is just a reach Cause my hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind Then begin again My hood is the ghetto (Verse 1: Common) Black magic in the hood, its tragic but understood Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood Even whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushing children Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and What's real is the estate of mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels weight, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate (Verse 2: Talib Kweli) If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense Next best thing I do a record with common sense Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be producing yea It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to shoot the fair Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor I know you know what I'm talking about From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you walk in the house (Hook) (Verse 3: Talib Kweli) Yo I grew up where they're playing skele in the parking lot And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop Buildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot But rapping, drinking, and going to prison you see them bars a lot I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart Hip hop is really the art We have to express the part of ourselves that make us want to martyr ourselves It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more (Verse 4: Common) A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a drought Up early, serving from their grandmother's house Sometime the ghetto feels desolate, yo the eyes of the hood yo is desperate Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get hard Either get by or get god, but but you try to get by It's like the block keep blocking You try to make moves, its like the car just keep stopping We shorties in the court, need cochran yea I tell them why the weed seeds popping, in the game you need options No time for feet watching, me and kwe keep rocking for the ghetto Hook times 2 |
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from Talib Kweli 4집 - Eardrum (2007) | |||||
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from Nelly - 5.0 (2010)
Life, what is it for real, I don't know
It's like hate taking over the whole world, what is it over? Suicide, man, that's the devil trying to control us, they told us ,but we didnt notice the pain was sitting on they shoulders The world was just a polar, the rather live in the solar, System got us hopeless, and focused on forclosures Wake up and smell the folgers... oh momma and bring home the soldiers Osama, you owe us, the 9 11 was bogus, now we right back at him Say the war is our motive Wake up early in the streets of the block, streets of the block He posted up on the corner like a soldier in the drill but he wouldn't stop Living life in the battlefield, battlefield, trying to survive every day and every night It's the same deal Lifes strange lifes strange ,times change times change, but karma always finds the way Stay strong, stay strong, hold on, hold on Don't let all your dreams fade away Yeah life can beat you down, what goes it comes around It's not how you hit the ground, it's how fast you get back up And go, keep going,till it feels like I'm giving my life away Gets hard,and harder, happiness is worth the wait Cause on my own is a better way Cause on my own is a better way A lot of mothers they just don't understand, they just don't understand They think we're hard on our sons but we gotta teach our boys how to be a man They only know when they walk out the door, when they walk out the door See we can show em how to fire but they gotta teach themselves how to reload Cause unenployment is harder than its ever been, sometimes it feels like i cant win And even through all the rules keep changing, I'm stronger now than I was when I came in Yeah life can beat you down, what goes it comes around It's not how you hit the ground, it's how fast you get back up And go, keep going, to feel like I'm giving my life away Gets hard, and harder, happiness is worth the wait Cause on my own is a better way Cause on my own is a better way Hey, hey, going through the back streets like i got beef Carnival for carnivores with the sharp teeth Animalistic it's why we call the cops beast We're on the hunt, cause they're hungry for the dark meat I'm rapping through my heart beat, brain is the base, my heart is the drum Give the drum some, promis of a better life is all I got to give I ain't just trying to survive, I'm trying to live Cause all I want is a better way, Hey, if you're not prepared the world can be so cold All that you can do is your best and just hope In time the truth will show, just stick to what you know Get a grip on something real and never let it go And go, keep going, to feel like I'm giving my life away Gets harder, and harder, happiness is worth the wait Cause on my own is a better way Cause on my own is a better way |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Hook)
I got a part to play, we going hard these days Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my god I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today I say the shit these people ain't got the heart to say Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my god I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today (1st Verse) You say you never scared there's kids in other countries Making jerseys, jeans, and sneakers they could never wear Parents never there, they're busy building homes they can't afford to buy Cars they can't afford to drive Working jobs that don't support their life You busy screaming gangsta, gangsta all that talk is trife You already lost the fight if you don't know the cost of life These kids is forced to fight a war they can't outrun Ain't got no shoes but got a gun Now where the fuck he pulled that out from? People ask me how we wearing diamonds When there's little kids in Sierra Leone Losing arms for crying while they mining Probably an orphan who's momma died of AIDS He built a coffin working often but he never paid Forever slaving in the world that's forever cold Becoming the man of the house at 11 years old This reality rap, I get inside the mentality that... Terrorize you like a cowardly act (c'mon) (Hook) I got a part to play, we going hard these days Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my god I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today I say the shit these people ain't got the heart to say Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my god I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today (2nd Verse) I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin' Middle Passages, I can't go back again Battlin' years of denied history, lies and mysteries Wives with misty eyes watchin' their husbands be beaten viciously Battle in the wilderness of North America Run by the river, only stoppin' to pray chased by predators Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved While we sit back waitin' to evolve Those who would trade in their freedom For their protection deserve neither Not a name, not tradition Religion, you learn Jesus Turn the other cheek Inherit the Earth, just stay meek Fuck the way you speak Try to run, we chop off your feet Fast forward to 2004 we selling Yo this ain't what I'm settling for I want more, yo (Hook) I got a part to play, we going hard these days Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my god I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets starts to spray the revolution starts today I say the shit these people ain't got the heart to say Fuck the harder way, we doing it the smarter way To my god I pray, that's how I start my day The bullets start to spray the revolution starts today |
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from Talib Kweli, Hi Tek - Move Somethin' [single] (2001) | |||||
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from Talib Kweli, Hi Tek - Move Somethin' [single] (2001) | |||||
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Kweli) + (woman's Voice)
Yea (yeaaah) Come on Uhh Yeah Kweli (Bridge) Yo Yo Ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter It ain't commercial or underground, its true cause I (wanna be good to you) (Chorus) Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name Like the lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain cause (wanna be good to you) (Verse 1) We make the squares dance, and get the do like dotsey Y'all niggaz roll with pussy-cats like Josey All spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo Swooping the industry, like a bird to prey My stance has got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae I heard them say I was a conscious rapper But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a nonsense actor Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies yo Fuck the screen gems y'all niggaz act in B movies Type of niggaz proud to be groupies Followers in the herd running over the cliff I'm the +Buffalo Soldier+, smoke ya like a dread like rasta blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip Looking to hit cops, now that's a 4 alarm Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro (wanna be good to you) Yea Yea Yea Chorus (1x) (Verse 2) How many niggaz ever been in love' How many niggaz really think they thugs And can't think without the drink and drugs How many niggaz can't get in with hats and sneakers on Say 'fuck security' and get inside and keep them on How many niggaz think that gats make the weaker strong Can't do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on That don't take heart, slave, nigga play ya part I'd rather jump over board nigga, face the sharks We stay doing it, later for the conversation Hammers is cocked and waiting, niggaz is not debating We ain't got the patience You found popping shit Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions Get out my house, you ain't no real representative I make it happen, you ain't official, you tentative Niggaz is sensitive, see how they catching feelings It's so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling Barracuda, Spitkicker nigga that's the crew (wanna be good to you) (Breakdown) Whoo! (yeaahh) Come on Yeah Low ride Yo Yo Yo (Verse 3) Niggaz be claiming shit, find a gangsta movie, put they name in it, biting like there ain't no shame in it You the hardest on the beat, I'm the fire that you playing with You a artist from the street, I'll give you the blood to paint it with So yeah I'm positive, I'm positive I'm the best Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home Hang up on niggaz like 'I want you to meet my nigga tone, word Leave me alone like Michael Jackson Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomach waiting to see what happens You see me out, know that my crew is flawless So called gangstas need more security than the Rawkus office Yo, I thought you bust ya gun You just a big joke, thinking you a Big Pun Yo, Kayne this is the big one (wanna be good to you) me and my niggaz having big fun Bridge (1x) Chorus (1x) Come on, BK and BX and Q boro and Manhattan and Harlem niggaz and Long Island Wanna be good to you you you come on! (wanna be good to you) The whole world rocking Yo the whole world rocking Ayo uhh |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Kweli talking)
Yeah... Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about! Let's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and Talib Kweli in the house with (Hook: Kanye West) Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat (Black Thought) Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense Emcee species endangered like dolphins Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon) Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah) Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him (Talib Kweli) Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh) Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!" (Pharoahe Monch) See these four emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta I'll outfox the, average Porsche Boxster talk Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...) Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly (Hook) (Black Thought) Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses And hold the shock value of electrified fences It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog? I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on a mission, hittin' Pharoahe for help (Talib Kweli) From natives walkin in trail of tears to players sippin Belvedere We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bay they say you hella-scared Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare Nigga you fool gazin, sayin ya crew blazin like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin... (Pharoahe Monch) Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness Unless, you wanna be leg and armless That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats (Hook) (various ad-libs til fade) |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Talib Kweli)
Now, If I'm out of town my crew take of your bodies the more the merrier Point and spray the area Niggas is quick to bury you Punk niggas feel inferior Guns make us superior Cats start acting scarier Situations get hairier, yo You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it You could have a hand gun or a cannon And you still (?) without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of a 22 derringer a 38 long a 44 desert eagle a Glock Nine time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lieing (Hook) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak Gun man music never take shot back (oh!) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On) Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on) Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brooklyn) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep) We Go There and Back (Come On) To all my real live soldier cats where you at Dogs don't hold them back those the cats that go to strapped to blow a back (Talib Kweli) You could be whoever, a black panther or lap dancer when respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer Shoot at your feet like spider, you a tap dancer What am I amusing to you? You better have that answer Toys for guns, I got guns for toys Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys You'll see the soul of black folk like W.E.B DuBois Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pac fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block (Hook) (Cocoa Brovaz) These are the tools of the trade that we use to get paid When we cruise on escapades and escalades with guns to blaze we been this ways since the younger days Safe from the hunger pains Pop Bang when the trouble came Pioneers of gun slang Supply you with them things a little something, something set fire to the game my system be thumping Co Coi Coi! the sounds of guns busting Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping (Talib Kweli) From a 22 derringer a 38 long a 44 desert eagle Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying Gun Music y'all |
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from Creators - The Weight (2003)
(feat. Black Star (Mos Def and Talib Kweli))
[Mos Def talking] See, now y'all cats think I'm playing haha (???) can't see yo, see yo, see you too It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you haha See good, you know? If you can shop, you know [Mos Def] (???) Hotter than the summer at Kajasa Where Francis Coppola and Dennis Hopper burned down the Don Store Opera Hijack ya sponsor Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magical Mr. Tim's other hand slappin you Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats Place where ain't no crackers at Place where all the crackas at, outer city limits Hotter than the Red Light District Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business Stakes is high like astrophysics Play with mine, you'll have no winnings Let these mother scratchers know from go ginnin They better move slow like old women We want the whole cake, whole milk and no skimmin Hand crafted flows wove in silk or linen Word is war/wore like denim, we textile blendin Topper say top spinnin Transcribe the document, prominent on all continents Black Star congregates and dominates Burn through your armor plates Pipin hot and we not from concentrate Make the mass mob the market place Cuz we rock the black market tapes Hard margin (hard margin) [Mos Def talking] Haha haha, these cats is funny man Think it a big joke? They make a lotta presumptions based on some nonsense Yeah mon, ya don't know me Ya don't know me, think you know me, ya don't know me Ya vision not sharp Ya vision can't see the light proper, ya see? [Talib Kweli] Movin the crowd like cattle from here to Picadilly Circus Try to battle us, it's clearly silly and worthless You really can't hurt us and it's ridiculous to try So stick us with us unless you wanna die and not know why Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by Feel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your sky Thinkin you fly, signin contracts with the devil, bust guys iller We flatten your town like Godzilla Whether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks, five pence or ten cents Whatever the currency we currently intense like great sex You make bets before you gamble your life away On mics I break up vets like fights Crumble up rookies like cookies Lest y'all can deal with them bookies Aww sooky sooky, now looky looky here Yo you softer than pink cashmere Just catchin up with rhymes that I fuckin dropped last year I flow clear like Evian, tap on that ass like Savion My style's way beyond the average rhyme savage The shit that they be on, it ain't doin no damage If lyrical skills is food then them niggaz is famished They can't manage so their shit is poorly represented Necessity's the mother of everything that's embedded I came up with the style to see right through your smile My rhyme is true and leave you kinda blue like Miles Pick my gun up and run up on you just like the river Nile Bringin life to the mic like midwives deliver child Now the stakes is high so I'ma take you there That beef will get you all bloody cuz your steaks is rare The hard margin Why you startin? Your life get finished Corny cats, no experience, green like spinach Lookin diminished and malnourished Me and Mos flourish The illest shit ever dropped by American tourists Hard margin [Mos Def] What if I drop the hard bargain? We the reason why Cipher start sparkin Curse on your whole dance squadron Black Star shine and never darken (???) enlarging, hard margin, hard margin So what if I rise and start sparkin? From never foolin lofty ass gardens Rock your whole head, code red like margarine Black Star shine, we never darken *echo* Hard margin [Mos Def says more ad libs] |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Kweli] People keep askin me, where's the underground? There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit. Ya know what'm sayin? Bringin the raw skills. Ya know what I'm sayin? Really... To me, It's a Small Wonder, like Vicki, why I'm picky These niggas suck like kitty, and still get the shit they slip in like Mickies I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out! Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots My point is, your flow can stop! By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep And keep it blacker than the back of your neck What you expect, that shit's hollerin Cause we developin the followin gettin played like ?stones? off tapes and ?dollar vans? I'll reverse you, universal, your demise is first Before your rise gets worse You need a night nurse like Gregory, beggin me Stop it hurts, what you say to me? Like thats supposed to mean something You don't wanna scene, frontin in the club Your actin, I don't buy it, I got the Dub Come on everybody, come on and show your love *repeat 4X* Chorus: *chanted in background* Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4X* [Mos] Visions occupy my semantic's space Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it I follow suit, and face it, embrace it Shinin bright, but still I'm careful not to waste it Destined to rise, because I'm basement adjacent Spirit is still so just chill and be patient Some heads approach like I'm the one to base with Clowns about, screamin but don't say shit I ain't your student so I ain't to be tested I'm majestic, I represent my strength without ?Epitmass? Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience I must represent, I don't come off with no corniness I'm all luminary, despite commentary Some people say, Mos how you get so? My sign will make you jump around like calypso And murmur to yourself like a schizo There ain't no bottom on the ??? Chorus [Talib Kweli] Come on, come on, come on, come on. Here we go. Blackstar, hop on the Blackstar line. We bout to take y'all home. Ya know what I mean? Here we go... We got all markets on lock From meat to stock Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be I grab my pay, jump on-stage and deface emcees We sell our souls like Spawn and come for the drone I sit upon Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on! Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track Passin the mic's like quarterbacks of course its phat, get off of that! Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! We ain't havin that We just passed the star status that your grabbin at My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me Cause I'm the one these Spice Girl emcees Wanna Be But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother? Cause your girl calls my name out like Claerance Carter, Claerance Carter, Claerance Carter!?! (I be strokin, thats what I be doin) Aiyyo, as we rock harder And always drop the bonified head nodders Aiyyo, later for the hater-players Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players Chorus Blackstar keeps shining Chorus Blackstar keeps shining |
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from Mos Def 4집 - The Ecstatic (2009)
[Mos Def]
Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that they born in" Some are the night, some are the morning, some at noon Some in winter, some in June It's all cool, it's the natural The science is a jewel For me and mines, yours and you Let's move, tell you a little about mine, yo I was born in a season where the world was quiet and cold Celebrations were going on Some were happy, some were sad Some felt bad from being good Some felt good from being bad, feelings pass and change but they never leave, they here to stay Holiday, holiday, happy birthday Teenage love, the first cut run deep Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn streets Year of the Ox, seven and three M.D., the history (come on) Every soul got one indeed (yes) It's where you been and where you be And without understanding you cannot proceed Complete, the start then an end Then it just go round again... again [Talib Kweli and Mos Def] Again and again, brand new Again and again, so fresh Again and again, newness [Talib Kweli] I was born in the decade of decadence where they worship what they have Ford was president, do the math The war was ended when the North Vietnamese stormed the city of Saigon We was like "Bye", we was gone, let bygones be bygones I'm goin' spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Where the hug you with the firearm side arm Like new school clothes, Black Star official Smash when we do a show, it's facts, no mystery I'm down with the crew like Mussolini in Italy I rock with The Roots like the Given Tree Powerful, bigotry I work, me and my people got history These rappers dumb it down considerably We "Get it Poppin'" like a hit chorus The flow is historic, they can't get rid of us Ubiquitous and we lay the law like Leviticus Ten years ago we made history so they missing us [Mos Def] And don't call it come back in particular Even if it blend into ephemeral I fade into peripheral, Transition of the minister's original we're broadcast clear Without diminishing, Black Star, so tight Burning soul temperatures and ministers Alkalines aminos and minerals, essentials Served over Dilla time signatures It's miracle material, remember it's right now foreverness |
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from Talib Kweli 4집 - Eardrum (2007)
As a kid growing up in brooklyn, my pops was a DJ
he had a bunch of records: Funk, jazz, rhythm & blues, soul know what I'm sayin there was this one gospel record i liked, like, like like Holy Molly, I might get some religion and leave ya holy holy, ya this rhyme so fat its rolly polly ill give intimate details so you can get to know me, these corporate rapers like why this dude pickin on me you rap your way to the top but now its gettin lonely, kids is hungry and you lookin like steak from nick and tony's but don't nobody want your jewels cause ya shit is phony say word yo shit is real, yo shit is corny, rhymes turn a new page like mark foley and touch kids like when larry clark gave the part to chloe, rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from New York who started out skating for Zoo York, word hangin out at the gavin, i was very lucky the talk to rash once i got past Darren Dudley, got him on respiration that's pre-Badu bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo, some times it feels like im drowning i gotta tread water head above the water i always remember headquarters heads up eyes open i got my mind focused i find hope inside a line, my rhymes defines opus sometimes hopeless people fill my soul with evil my record so hard it broke the needle, at the mixtape awards niggas act like they don't give a f**k though disrespect the legacy of Justo what the blood clot? no, let the blood flow you aint come to pay your respect then what you come fo, too many good niggas die, it's like a stop loss good niggas ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce, how you hard the cops lettin 50 shots off baby jay-z's with the knock off Scott Storch beat you are not Short you are not Katt you not a playa or a pimp money stop that, learn to masta your speech and be eloquent rappers keep peddlin sweets the beats weaker than gelatin, we used to kick em dust and now we settling rest to peace to Dilla, Weldon we can't forget you professor x and proof we miss you word, rest in peace to Shakka, 21 gun salute in the air like Bloc! Bloc! Bloc! Still here cause your livin through me your like a gift god give it to me. uh uh uh what! |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Talib Kweli)
Yeah, yeah New Talib Kweli Yeah, you know what it is Come on, come on, yeah Hey yo *repeats* (Hook: Mary J. Blige) I try, I try (that's all we can do) I try, you know I try I try, I try (yeah) I try, you know I try (Verse 1: Talib Kweli) K. West! Kweli! Got searched on the plane, Arabic first name Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same You flirt 'til she came Nothin' hurt like the pain and torture Daughters of the dust lookin' for a vein Something to take in vain like the Lord's name Put your hands together, got 'em all sayin' (Hook: Mary J. Blige) I try, I try I try, you know I try I try, I try I try, you know I try (Verse 2: Talib Kweli) Yo, it's all ghetto in gear higher, the floor settle More metal for beef that we don't let the law settle I try to navigate the treacherous waters of America's ghettos that set up the slaughteres But there's more of us Although we speak in different languages We all pretty familiar with what anger is Young and dangerous, ??? Get up on some gangsta shit Guns to bang ya wit' And we put it on records to entertain ya wit' I'm grown with pains way deeper than my receivers Our uniforms is white sneakers and white T-shirts On top of wife beaters We like to light reefers The 'hood need us for rappers, just ain't the right leaders I put a lot into it This is my product and I gotta move it Stop the industry but you can't stop the music (Interlude: Mary J. Blige) An upside down kingdom where life is just not fair (upside down kingdom) Some many sufferin' cuz deep inside they're scared (so scared) Fear pumped into their veins to keep them from their destiny Where would they be if you and I don't care? (Hook: Mary J. Blige) I try, I try, you know I try I try, I try, I try, you know I try (Verse 3: Talib Kweli) Yo, the things I'm seein' on the news is insane A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself Three years old, eatin' ketchup and mustard, cryin for help Tryin' to bring your struggle to life The label want a song about a bubbly life I have trouble tryin' to write some shit To BANG in the club through the night When people suffer tonight Lord knows I try (Hook: Mary J. Blige) I try, I try, I try, you know I try I try, I try, I try, you know I try (Interlude: Talib Kweli) Life is a beautiful struggle People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle Some people put it all together, make it fit like a puzzle Come on, say it now Life is a beautiful struggle People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle Some people put it all together, yeah (Outro: Mary J. Blige) I try, I try, you know I try I try, oh Lord I try Everyday I {*Mary J. Bliges harmonizes with the beat*} Upside down kingdom Oh, they're so scared Everyday on the news we can't look around with something somewhere I try, I try, you know I try I try, I try, I try, you know I try Lord knows, Lord knows we try Yeah |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Talib Kweli)
Wooaahh! yeah On top of the world Yeah, that's how my seeds got me feeling' right now On top of the world Yeah, you ever felt like you could do anything (Yeah) On top of the world Amani Fela, Diane Ashe, I'ma hold y'all down for real (Gotcha!) (Talib Kweli) It was 1996, 4th of July, looking off in the sky dealing with thoughts inside, when something caught my eye It was a silhoutte of a beautiful woman, bright with life carrying my first seed, looking like she gone bear fruit tonight We at the African street festival, and she walking around talking about the midwife said, that bring the baby down I'm about to be a father, the sights and sounds, seem brighter around me and for starters, I know I'ma work harder, word We got home at three in the morning, I was beat them contractions started coming as soon as I fell asleep 3:05, like every five minutes, then the water broke we on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause he's sort of slow You know them hospitals all trying to get paid, no questions hear come the doctor's with they drugs, trying to do c-sections But my baby stay's strong, in labor for yay long eight-pound baby boy, to carry my name on, joy! (Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, yeah I know how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) See my brother, I know how you feel, Kweli, I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) So when you, have a seed, come in the world, say dog that shit's real (That's the sound of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you feel My baby girl (Talib Kweli) June 10th, 1999, I been on the grind since the birth of my son, it's been about, way more then rhymes Baby on the way, my lady glowing today, at least that's what the midwife said, on the phone Anyway, the music got me going away Like everyday, but it's a blessing, so I gotta have patience and she got pregnant on a Jamaican vacation So it's all good, this time well have the baby in a house I went the hospital route, I know what they all about (Never again) So I'm out on tour, in Baltimore get the call around four, when the water hit the floor (Damn!) I gotta rock my show, but I gotta go got second thoughts about her not going, to the hospital I left the show early, Mos held me down, good looking (No doubt) call the car service, like, take me straight to Brooklyn (Uh huh) Got the news in the car, stayed sorta calm but I cried tears of joy, when they put my daughter in my arms, how precious! (Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, huh Said I know how you feel, uh, said I know how you feel when you (My precious joy) Said I know how you feel, uh, Kwe I know how you feel (I know you do, huh, my precious joy y'all) Huh, uh, said I know how you feel (yeah), said I know how you feel (My precious joy) Huh, man I know how you feel (yeah), said I know how you feel (Talib Kweli) I do it for the seeds y'all, in they formative years when they need y'all we gotta believe, in what we conceive y'all, it's deep y'all I give them the truth, so they approach the situation, with ammunition I keep nothing away, they hear everything, cause they know how to listen Teach them the game, so they know they position, so they can grow and make decisions, that change the world, and break old tradition They put kids in jail, for a life they ain't even get to start that's murder too, and it's breaking my heart, it's breaking our nation apart We gave the youth all the anger, it's just we ain't taught them, how to express it, and so it's dangerous You can't talk to them Unless your language is relating to what they going through so busy ignoring them, you can't see what they showing you And you wonder, why we called baby-daddy's and baby-momma's when we grow up, we can't act like adult mothers and fathers, yo I'm so blessed to have a boy and a girl, everyday they bring joy to my world (Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, yeah I know how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) Brother Kwe', I know how you feel, Brother Kwe', I know how you feel (Baby girl, my precious joy) Kweli, I know how you feel, say bro' I know how you feel (Fela, be my joy, yo) Huh, if you know how the people feel, let me really know how you... yo I do it for the seeds y'all (Repeat 5x) |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[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... |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
A keynote speaker's about to come on now
I just wanted to say a few words about him, and you all know who he is Talib Kweli Please, hold your applause 'til the end We are glad to come and hear you speak We love it! Kweli doesn't like me to talk about this but one time we were drivin' through the Mississippi Delta And there was a brotha runnin' up the side of the road And he didn't have any, shoes on He didn't have a, shirt on And I started to drive right by this man but Kweli said, "Stop the car, beause that brotha, might be in trouble" And I stopped the car Kweli said to the man, he said, "Brotha, are you OK? Do you need a ride somewhere?" And the man looked at Kweli and said, "Shhhh . . . I'm escapin'" And kweli took him by the hand and said, "My brotha, you didn't get the memo. We have been FREE, for some time now" Well, I'm windin' it up Please welcome, a good friend, scholar, ghetto philosopher, three time Nobel Peace Prize winner, first black man to pilot an air craft, the nigga that made up the Nike Swoosh, the man that made Kool Aid say, "Ohh Yea" Brooklyn's own, Talib Kweli |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
[Mos Def] Hey, hey, heyyy man I Strike the Empire Back.. I Strike the Empire Back.. Fuck the Empire!! High flyin like the Millenium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo I never roll for dolo, frontin on me's a no-no Understand? Doin this for my family Ha ha, check it out y'all Yo I'm tryin to make a dollar out of what makes sense Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man You never know when your fate gon' switch hand Get today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand I was a young boy -- who dreamt about being a big man on small looseleaf sheets I sketched a big plan Gotta handle business properly, boost up my economy Store it up and get my mom some waterfront property Yesterday was not for me but nowaday it's time for me The streets is watchin me, I watch back, that's the policy Movin along my oddesey like blood through the artery Navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless Let those who make the exodus seekin the North beacon from beatin and hog-eatin, from punishment all season from hands cracked and bleedin -- cotton thorns in your palms It's for y'all that I sketch these songs, and it goes.. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow I fear no man, because faith is the aarow My vocal chord travel worldwide to block narrow We can blow with the ammo or go mano-a-mano Kweli is you wit me? (Whattup whattup?) Let's make it happen I *BURN* through your argument with action My eyes stay fastened to tomorrow lookin for a brighter day When y'all wanna leave y'all? Right away Shout it out from East-West (from South to Northern) From Cakalak' (to California) From the coldest (to the warmest) To the borders ('cross the waters) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." We got love in the place Shout out to all the Queens (all the Seeds) To all the teams (that's gettin cream) From outlaw (to emcee's) Make it happen (do your thing) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen [Talib Kweli] Guess who? The illest MC in the atmosphere, yeah the Soul Controller who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna Never disrespect no women cause I love my momma These cats be givin us praise but it ain't that accurate I give it up to God, all that, love and attachment, get scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy like how these niggaz is lookin like some fairies and singin like canaries to the beast and anybody who will listen to em clearly Y'all don't hear me though, even when I'm comin through in stereo You make a mockery of what I represent properly Yo why you startin me? I take that shit straight to the artery Intellectual property I got the title and the deed I pay for rent, with the tears and sweat, and what I bleed MC's imitate the way we walk, the way we talk You cats spit lyrical pork with no spiritual thought Plus your flow a little bit off, you come across soft Back in the days, niggaz like that on stage got tossed off Need to get crossed off the guestlist It's like you gotta be disrespected and thrown out the exit to get the message Sometimes your sunshine get snatched like a necklace when you get too drunk on power and your drive get reckless Check it, MC's in my face after I slug you then I hug you If I gotta dead you know it's only cause I love you [Mos Def] Shout it out from East-West (from South to Northern) From the richest (to the poorest) To the elders (in the coffins) Livin native (dyin for it) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." Yea, yea, we got love in the place Shout out from up top (to the middle) To black bottom (SKY HIGH) Whether you colder than December or hotter, than July It don't stop 'til we complete this (".. and know that I love you..") keep this fly It's so much to life when you just stay black (10X) My people, my people, my people people p-people (8X) My PE-ople, oh-oh-OH-oh-OHH, oh-OHH... |
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from Chrisette Michele - Let Freedom Reign (2010)
Oh American citizen, come collect your freedom
no matter what your living in no more giving in Oh American citizen, come collect your freedom no matter what you're living in it's time to win keep us in the four walls of our childrens will be quiet most of us aint even democratic or Republic can, and by coincidence we love the elected until the detected of being human American falls, minorities lose war but if we unite we would have won the war on poverty on drugs on medicated on love Freedom isn't given it is taken freedom isn't free it's earned not, no, it's learned been hung and burned, yet rest in peace, resurrected plea this aint black or white, it's grey this is not about my face most of us don't know what to say right from wrong, I'm free from slaves Let freedom reign do you wanna be free or do you wanna be I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be free, let freedom Reign (repeated) [Talib Kweli] America the beautiful suspect as usual liberty and death give me freedom on my funeral I walk across the planet with the steps of a giant my rhymes bridge the gap between religion and science cause my evidence is spiritual I know my sheer presence is a miracle I wasn't supposed to be here to share with you but here I am, standing with my chest out I take my place in history I never get left out You stressed out and scared so it's causing you to act hard freedom aint free, gotta put it on my black card my passport claim I'm an American citizen the constitution said I'm three fifths I'm not a semi and gorrilla make my songs stronger than the horn of Gideon truth is the ? gave the native people syphillis Consider this: Christopher Columbus ain't know where he was goin' So lets stop calling our Native brothers Indians [Chorus] [Black Thought] We were carried here in shackles from the homelands ? chop, chain locked, brain washed, programmed time's change, freedom reigns, I'm a grown man holding the future in the palms of my own hands in this World, the coonery and tomfoolery all I'm trying to do is stay true to my community the daily news aint the only thing that's schooling me watching these haters operating with impunity tis journey dollar signs, black and white collar crimes running out of time, out of sight, out of mind it gets realer and it's real in Palestine troubles of the World start to seem intertwined war criminals, conflict minerals, pillagers are coming home and five star generals telling lies in press conferences and interviews I'm trying to take back the power cause it's been abused [Chorus] [Chrisette Michele] I'm just black in America I'm not afro american just a passive american making belief I'm better than what we've been, what we've been I said I'm just black in America I'm not afro american just a passive american making belief I'm better than what we've been, what we've been |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
(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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from Talib Kweli 4집 - Eardrum (2007)
(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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from Talib Kweli - Reflection Eternal [Train Of Thought] (2002)
Talib Kweli] Yo we're going to have the word love in many different languages translated all through the track So whenever you hear the word love Know that it's going to be in a different language The language of love cannot be translated yo Love is blind you just see bright light You up in the club feelin' the night life lookin' for the right type Blood rushing to your heart making it beat When she swept you off your feet and made it complete You know the plan you had to conquer the world Thinking you Scarface, looking for that perfect girl And now you found her Started with romantic, then got to frantic Then things thats normally small become gigantic Now y'all sinkin like the Titanic here come the panic Bein with you like a habit without you I can't stand it It's tragic when you wonder when you lost that magic Without understanding that you never had it try to grab it In the bed gettin a nut off, communication cut off Getting mad cause you turned or wondering where she shut off Constantly comparing you to someone in my past We don't smile anymore, and we argue over cash Advance to that physical shit See what happens if you keep talkin See what happens if you lay a finger on me motherf... Yo, see what I'm sayin' It's like one big mind game that everybody playin and Niggas say bitches is trife, bitches say niggas is We just don't understand our fundamental differences I'm still learning though, actually I just do what come naturally, naturally, naturally (Chorus): L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries) Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are) J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words) Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you) [Talib Kweli] Women thrive on emotions, men refuse to acknowledge So when we arguin nobody win Words get in the way time and again Sticks and stones break your bones words break your heart Whether you in touch with that part or not say "word" Words are weapons for the revolutionary Used for evil make the situation very scary Word up, but love is brave It flies in the face of fear Yo, wherever you want to go love'll take you there Let's go, you know a flower that grow in the ghetto Know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows It got love for the sun, that's where I'm comin from Spit in this fashion cause I love rockin over drums Word (te quiero) I put my love into my music If you with me then you love how I do it If my heart you're livin' in your ocean I'm swimmin' in Never drowning got me floatin' watching you in slow motion Love potion overdosin approachin The explosion of my senses everyday without your heart is like a sentence in jail Trust I'll always be mentally free You got the key to let it out I'll show you how it could be Love {*different language*} it ain't nuttin but a word A chicken ain't nuttin but a bird Yo, yo, yo (Chorus): L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries) Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are) J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words) Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you) [Talib Kweli] Some of y'all in love with that material but love enter my life like a miracle and It reciprocal that's why I'm feeling you love We exibit our natural behavior Like making love under the moon in Jamaica Get you so hot you call the name of the creata The morning we hop back into action again Up on the wall lovin how the sun blacken your skin Remember when we explored the beach Swam in the ocean and saw beneith How the colors of the coral reef looked like the illest floral peice That's what your beauty remind me of It's hard to find a love like ours, taking it high above Them other duns try to spit game but, I dont sweat it though Know in my heart that we connected so I let it go Now if they call you out your name and that's a different thing Anything but Queen I'll go to war like a King Your friends sweat you cause you aint got a band But they dont understand Some things is meant to stay between a woman and man And they ain't privy to it so they try to get into it Both you and me see through it so the way we flow is fluid We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish Some don't love theyselves so they perception is tainted Out they joint like "Shit, he payin for your rent" missin the point When you rub me into your skin just like an ointment It's more than pillow talk, it can't be translated Learn how to speak it, and become emancipated It's a language Universal love... (Chorus): L'amour n'a pas de, frontiere (Love has no boundaries) Restes car je t'aime comme tu es (Stay because I love you as you are) J'ai traverse l'ocean du verbe (I crossed an ocean of words) Et je t'ai trouve (And I found you) Love love love love, love, love (Repeated |
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from Talib Kweli - Reflection Eternal [Train Of Thought] (2002)
[talking] Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole CD. Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done. [woman singing] Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Life, living in Flatbush and going to house parties Red lights, bumping, life is what you make it, then sorry In my lifetime, ain't done too many things better than watching your first son put his sentences together Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when I was the portrait of the artist as a young man All them teenage dreams of rapping Writing rhymes on napkins Was really visualization Making this shit actually happen It's like something come through me That truly just consume me Speaking through the voices of the spirits speaking to me I think back in the day, I absorbed everything like a sponge Took a plunge into my past to share with my son Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Like thoughts out the back of my mind Going back in some time Like when you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line Look back and you find Tracks that make you relax and recline Now cats rap about packing a nine When they lacking divine Inspiration Running out of topics of conversation Well I drop it in the pocket because rocking's my occupation I do it remarkably, spark up a leaf And possibly you could follow me Tap into your chi Utilize your memory To help you see clearly, then get back to me Actually, nothing's new under the sun So when life be stressing me My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories' Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my consciousness )From cities where making 21's a big accomplishment Like when my people understood their prominence And my past life visions of the continent Like the first time I saw KRS live, rockin' it I heard Resurrection by Common Sense Dominant in my psyche I chose my direction like Spike Lee To speak my life through mics, and I never take it lightly It might be something you did to bring you down when you were high But that karma's a bitch, you steady asking God why Like when my parents first split up Yo, I was illin' Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children And I love them for that I don't know if they saw that So I'ma say it, and convey it when the world play it (3x) Bringing back sweet memories (3x) Like black is beautiful, names from the seventies Let me tap into your energy Fields of dreams become my property When I reach my destiny like a prophecy Especially when I 'm 'bringing back sweet memories' I got deep into my mind, see I got a treasury That float through my head like a sweet melody What you telling me Reflection is a collection of memories Definitely this is how hiphop was meant to be Eventually, I knew I'd run into Hi-Teknology It was only a matter of time like centuries Check the recipe or technique to how it sound so sweet I freak with word power, my man speak with beats If I could make it in New York, I figured anywhere I'd make it Came to Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred Hi-Tek beats became my favorite Hussle on the Side was the cut We started to put songs together like 'What!' Travelled the world, came back to the crib And hit the motherland Yeah, this year we put in work and got some other plans In fact, that's where I'll take the fam when the Reflection joint is done By the time you hear this, I'll be basking in African sun Like Wow! We made it We here |
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from Talib Kweli, Hi Tek - Move Somethin' [single] (2001) | |||||
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from Talib Kweli 3집 - Right About Now (2005)
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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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Verse One)
I know there's a first time for everything First time I let her in my bed she got wetter then the perfect storm That we weathering together and This the first time that I've ever considered wedding rings But first things first yo I met her at the bar rolling with three wise men like I followed the star There she is shorty bi coastal Thick like bifocals, stacked like 2Pac vocals her body so loco Jewel of the Nile so I'm romancing the stone The rhythm is to the words and I watched her dance to my poems The way she move them hips let me know in advance that she grown I pictured it like Paris Hilton when she answered the phone, yo Dancing alone because she extra fly But I got good look so I catch her eye Gave the rest a try now give the best a try Leave your nest and I'll fly make you testify Damn baby I know we got some haters and. (Hook) I don't care what people say As long as you and me okay Because I never been in love before See I use to be a player and All of this is new to me And this ain't what I'm used to see Because I never been in love before (Verse 2) You running back to the kid like this was home base Or a marathon I let you set your own pace Your own space and the beautiful struggle Now baby tell what's it gonna take to prove that I love you When I'm gone you be missing me too It let me know that my prayers is the music God be listening to Don't get it confused I'm trying to get religious with you I never thought I feel like this its like a miracle you You You stole my heart like a crook in love Crossing the bridge to the Brooklyn love When I took above it's clear skies that's surrounding my earth Your love is drugs and I'm down to serve let's deal with it yo We go to the spot and you still get it low I get excited fast and still love to hit it slow till the walls come tumbling down like Jericho And you hear the sound is stereo Hear we go (Hook) I don't care what people say As long as you and me okay Because I never been in love before See I use to be a player and All of this is new to me And this ain't what I'm used to see Because I never been in love before (Verse Three) You looked good when I tried you on So I had to write a song Use to be the guy that always made her cry when I'm gone Always kept a stable and I never spent a night alone no cable or no hard line phone why I'm never home scared of commitment Ready to forever roam We at war like sister souljah and she welcome to my terror dome Head strong our connection proved them haters dead wrong From now to R.I.P. Proceeds my name up on the headstone Leave her be for five minutes Dudes try to dive in it first They want to spit on my name and tarnish my image I tell them do you I don't care who she speaking with Because I already know she made it clear who she leaving with And it feels so beautiful Put it in a rhyme because it feel so musical Plus you ain't no groupie hoe Sitting in the studio Before we do this though there something that you should know (Hook) I don't care what people say As long as you and me okay Because I never been in love before See I use to be a player and All of this is new to me And this ain't what I'm used to see Because I never been in love before |
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from Talib Kweli 4집 - Eardrum (2007)
C'mon, Yeah
I like to take this opportunity, to thank everybody who been riding with me so far It's a been a long journey But they say your life's path is not about the destination It's all about the journey I appreciate y'all [Chorus:] It's my blood, sweat, tears, years Struggle, love, hate, fear New york city! You could make it here, you could make it anywhere I came to prepare For the rain, hail, sleet, snow Whatever the weather, we ride Let my people go! To a place where knowledge is born We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm Check it out! [Verse:] Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance Top of the suffer chain, raps up a edge a lot My people suffering, slave to another chain This voyage is maiden, like my mother of the name Is this your first trip to hell? Avenge a capitalist, if it's a product then we got it for sell When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes Turned into songs, everything else fell into line I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the vowel Niggaz word, there use to be no bitin allowed Now the gangsters no grindin' allowed Probably see a fight in the stage, fore you see a fight in the crowd I send this out to my people facing the storm Homie we riding it out You inspire what I'm writing about [Chorus:] It's the 3rd eye of the storm [x4] Check it out! [x3] Been fucking around! [Verse:] I'm not a judge, but I'm handing out sentences To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors Niggaz in the streets outside to reach up for ministers Not those that say they spiritual, but actual parishoners Rap listeners, we open the black businesses This underground shit, with samples to lack clearances Once you get a past appearances You could tell who shit is fake and who's shit is based upon the past experiences We really been to war, hand to hand like crack sales Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail Female left to raise up a son From the day he was one Til' he twenty, and he raise up a gun Get the blazin, fore the blaze of the sun Smoke bracin' his lung Young in his years and he's facing a ton None of his peers wanna share the road Love the child, care to provider But they hand a blunt and share saliva You ain't a rider And you hustlin' backwards To many excess, with imitating these crackers So our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappers Taking away all the work away from our black actors Revelation is first and armageddon is after Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural disasters Fast food culture be this, is always a factor It's the gratification They want the cash faster! [Chorus:] It's the 3rd eye of the storm [x4] It's the place where knowledge is born! Check it out! check it out! Talib Kweli! That's what it is... Break it down |
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from Guru - Version 7.0 The Street Scriptures (2005)
(feat. Jean Grae , Talib Kweli)
[Chorus: x2] Power, money and influence I had a taste of it, now I'm all into it The game ain't over 'till I get my share 'till I have my run, this here is my year [Jean Grae] Man, I'm a tycon, whether in person or slick right on Crisp Nikes on, six niggaz with sick pythons Right around your area, face close like a scared Straight playin your host, you get bitched out This ain't fluffin a rang, this clip ain't bang You sittin lame duck, shittin on the names stuck I vow this year, power's mine If I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymes If I gotta attend jail just to boost up the sales I know a laber owner that I'd love to bruise up for bail I know my family got it, they pull together but it's amniotic I mean baby like askin for a name spot it The talent, the influental and erotic Put on the back burner but potential as a parent Every track is a murder but could treat it like lobonic The play that graze here, now MC's in a daze mind [Chorus] [Guru] In one second flat I tear your whole frame Plus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro game Got so many ways to end yo glory Rub you out, shut you down, then it's end of story I'm like Robert Horry with a clutch three You can't touch me, the black double oh-seven, nigga trust me Modern day Ali when it comes to the rhyme Know how to hold the fort down when they comin for mine I'm crafty, I move swift and changeable Plus I'm aware, of what jealousy and anger do You can't help yourself then you can't help me Can't smell what the truth is then you can't smell me You can tell a million stories about how gully you are Then as soon as you finish, I'm be pullin your card I step so courageously, I rap so amazingly I guess you could say, that niggaz slept on me basically [Chorus x2] [Talib Kweli] Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first time Let the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhyme Technology make niggaz lazy, with the pro tools Even you could write your verse in the booth like you were Jay-Z A Hollywood between reality tv and rap Is there ain't no more use for the classically trained actor First light bulb ever made is still burnin They sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earnin Word that marijuana grow too natural to be a cash crop We have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shots They walk the street and bring the heat to the apshalts Servin, protectin the half, beatin on the half not Niggaz talk greasy in the magazines 'Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazines Havin dreams 'till they ribs got a gat in between Passion for cream, make a nigga wanna splatter your spleen That shit is mean [Chorus x2] |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Kweli)
We be blazin' (uh) So amazin' (yeh) Everybody get down Everybody get down (uh, yeh) We be blazin' (uh) So amazin' (c'mon, uh) Everybody get down Everybody get down Yeh (Talib Kweli) New year, new record, time to do bigger shit Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik I figure with the combination we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient As the world get hyped from hearin our musical conversation This a beautiful situation right here Given birth on the track cuz the cypher stay pregnant with ideas And we rockin it - rock, rock, rockin it Tell the hater players put a sock in it! Proper shit, that you got to get, cause we properly document How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument Validly try to challenge me, but who you racin wit' It's amazing the lyrical lyngerie I be lacin shit, we be blazin it Put it in the air with the chronic My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing Still rockin' over "Balance and Options," now (Chorus) If you got a spliff then put it in the air If you want a rift then put it in the air If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air If you makin it last, put it in the air If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air Got nuttin but love, put it in the air (Talib Kweli They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue Writin rhymes in my captain's log, BlackStar date MC's fake like Egyptian Gods in +Stargate+ Lovin the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap I draw blood like mosquitos y'all annoy like gnats Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat Concrete adjust to the contours in your back Quik where you at? (Quik) Yo i'm in the back room makin a run Ain't even touched her n makin her cum N you can catch me out in Portland we startin mine Everybody doin shows but i'm the hottest flyin' Bitches say honest, I swear to God So how come then believin them is so damn hard Could you really blame a nigga if you fucked a skate You ain't even pay that's why you flunked today All you heard was he sellin talk shit about niggas and drink wine And your answer kept changin cos bitch you keep lyin' Talkin bout 'he make me sick All he do is disrespect me keep callin me bitch And he only wanna fuck me when he all for that dough' What the fuck you think i'm here for not to love you I hope All i'm bout to do is listen for a minute While I get my drink in n' introduce you to my dog Kweli n go up in it (Chorus) (Kweli) C'mon We be blazin' (c'mon) So amazin' (yeh) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yeh, c'mon, yeh) We be blazin' (uh) So amazin' (c'mon, yeh, c'mon, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down Now let me tell you how I am (Talib Kweli) I'm mild-mannered at day but superhero at night I got the special invite to make your spot look right No ice, no rain, not bottles of champagne n' HALF these motherfuckers can't pronounce my name I'm so cool while you hyper in the coffee shop Hype niggas make girls be like 'get off me stop' Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock Cos the game unauthordox, off top You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks Always goin down town pullin all the stops Your breath smellin like fish from right off the docks Dats how you lost your spot You too hype (Chorus) Yeh We be blazin' (c'mon, uh) So amazin' (yeh, everybody c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yo, all the people in the house) We be blazin' (c'mon yeh) So amazin' (yeah, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down Yo, 1, 2, (c'mon) 1, 2 We be blazin' (c'mon, yo) So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yeh, everybody yo) We be blazin' (light it up, light it up) So amazin' (yeah, i'm feelin that, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yeh) Yo do that shit We be blazin' (yeah) So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn, uh) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yo, yo do that shit) We be blazin' (c'mon, yo) So amazin' (yeh) Everybody get down Everybody get down |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
What what what, what what, what what, what what Woaaaahhhhhhh! One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top And Hi-Tek make the beat drop, wayohh [Talib Kweli] RE:DEFinition, turning your play into a tragedy Exhibit level degree on the mic, passionately Niggaz is sweet so I bet if I bit I'd get a cavity Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually Don't be mad at me, I had to be the one to break it to you You get kicked into obscurity like judo, no Menudo cause you pseudo, tryin to compete with reality like Xerox Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops Chasing stars in your eyes, playing games with your lives Now the wives is widows soakin up pillows, weepin like willows Still mo' blacks is dyin, kids ain't livin they tryin _How to Make a Slave_ by Willie Lynch is still applyin Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners Rockin ever since before Prince was called The Artist Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was rockin Starter When 'Pac and Biggie was still cool before they was martyrs Life or death, if I'm choosin with every breath I'm enhancin Stop, there comes a time when you can't run [Mos Def] What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom You'll talk about me to your grandsons Cats who claimin they hard be mad fag so I run through em like, flood water through sandbags Competition is mad, what I got, they can't have Sinkin they ship, like Moby Dick, did Ahab Son I'm way past the minimum, it's a verb millenium My rap's the holy gas in your bag, like Palestinians Ancient now descend the year, try to whole the Gideon Official b-boy gentlemen won't turn off at the interim Born inside the winter wind, day after December 10 These simpletons they mentionin the synonym for feminine Sweeter than some cinnamon the danish brings rotten to men Rush up on adrenaline, they get they asses sent to them (Gentlemen) without a tenament more than a ?sibilant? Leave your unit tremblin like herds of movin elephant Intelligent embellishment, follow for your element from Flatbush settlement, kid posseses melanin Hotter than tales of crack peddlin, makin em WOOP like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me The hot oppresion rent who burn down your chief teepee You see me? One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, wayohh I said, one two tree, Black Star shine eternally We came to rock it on to the tip-top Because we rulin hip-hop, yes we is rulin hip-hop Talib Kweli is rulin hip-hop Say we Black Star we rule hip-hop-ah-ahh-ah-ahh-ahh Whoahhhh! |
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