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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 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]
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 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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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)
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)
[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 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 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 Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
"What'd you do last night?" "We did umm, two whole cars It was me, Dez, and Main Three right? And on the first car in small letters it said 'All you see is..' and then you know big, big, you know some block silver letters that said '..crime in the city' right?" "It just took up the whole car?" "Yeah yeah, it was a whole car and shit..." [spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. la ciudad respirando (translation of spanish: Listen to it.. the city breathing) * woman repeats 3X * [spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. [Mos Def] The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis Shinin, like who on top of this? People was tusslin, arguin and bustlin Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin I'm wrestlin with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit the scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual is suitable Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable The indisputable, we New York the narcotic Strength in metal and fiber optics where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options No Batman and Robin, can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless With no conscience, back streets stay darkened Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages My narrative, rose to explain this existance Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance So much on my mind that I can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [Talib Kweli] Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept The beast crept through concrete jungles communicatin with one another And ghetto birds where waters fall from the hydrants to the gutters The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers with Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God but havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene Thoughts that people put in the air Places where you could get murdered over a glare But everything is fair It's a paradox we call reality So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality Killers Born Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New York life type trife the Roman Empire state [Mos Def and crew] So much on my mind I just can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [spanish speaking woman] Escuchela.. respirando ?? [Common] Yo...on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered I coreograph seven steps to heaven And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for What I know or, what's known So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home From the crib I spend months gone Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on Some of this land I must own Outta the city, they want us gone Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones Surrounded by hate, yet I love home Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep [Mos Def and crew] So much on my mind I just can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Kiss the Ide's goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving |
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[Talib Kweli]
Yo Dee (What?) Come on (Yeah..) What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow comin' later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity us While we findin' beauty in the hideous They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell You know what I mean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal What's the deal? A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin' my quotes While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth Survival tactics means, bustin' gats to prove you hard Your firearms are too short to box with God Without faith, all of that is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D.] Not free [T.K.] We only licensed [M.D.] Not compassionate, only polite [T.K.] Now who the nicest? [M.D.] Not good but well behaved [T.K.] Chasin' after death so we can call ourselves brave? [M.D.] Still livin' like mental slaves [both] Hidin' like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice [both] Hidin' like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice [Mos Def] Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listenin' agree That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin' in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile Most cats in my area be lovin' the hysteria Synthesized surface conceals the interior America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages More than usually -- speakin' loudly, sayin' nothin' You confusin' me, you losin' me Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin' glass Walkin' the street, wonderin' who they be lookin' past Lookin' gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slave ship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this Screamin' brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick That they been runnin' across stars through all the time with I find it's distressin', there's never no in-between We either niggaz or Kings We either bitches or Queens The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts Long barrel automatics released in short bursts The length of black life is treated with short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin' that be fillin' up the cemetery This life is temporary but the soul is eternal Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed Not live, we just excitin' Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin' Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey most of the things that we think, do, or say We chasin' after death just to call ourselves brave But everyday, next man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I'm tryin' to live life in the sight of God's memory Like that y'all [Mos Def] A lot of people don't understand the true criteria of things Can't just accept the appearance Have to get the true essence [Talib Kweli] They ain't lookin' around [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D.] Not free [T.K.] We only licensed [M.D.] Not compassionate, only polite [T.K.] Now who the nicest? [M.D.] Not good but well behaved [T.K.] Chasin' after death so we can call ourselves brave? [M.D.] Still livin' like mental slaves [both] Hidin' like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice [both] Hidin' like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice [both] Hidin' like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice [both] Hidin' like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin' you look twice [Mos Def (singing)] Stop hidin', stop hidin', stop hidin' yo' face Stop hidin', stop hidin', 'cause ain't no hidin' place |
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from Black Star - Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (2002)
[Talib Kweli] Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word...) So we figurin', if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y'know what I'm sayin? (True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right? So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch... [Jane Doe] Hail Mary, 'matta fact hail Jane Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine My affirmations kill emcees like assasination Bringin' you pain until you wish you had a vaccination Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum My vocab expand like a rubber band Walkin' nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman Niggaz just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season And scar these rappers like legion It's treason, my suspension attract attention I'm ventin', givin' these chickenheads detention Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho You don't know, this is just half my potential Check my credentials, come harder than sequential It's essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian They bless me on the track cuz I attack wit' the estrogen Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up! [Wordsworth] Yo...get it...yo Yo, we fortified live, supportin' allies The wack is tryin' to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes But here is some'n the cryin' talk about The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about That led to God and Satan's fallin' out Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house Revive or ruin, my theories of mics Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks Rain of acid drops, seek some help Now don't rewind, get it the first time, Shouldn't have to repeat myself Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what... [Talib Kweli] My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch Thinkin' they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation I'm comin' cleaner than vaccinations My fascination with character assassination, Got these niggaz burnin' like sensation We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...) My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos So there's no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars And got 'em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams See through the fake schemes, wipin' your slate clean Like a squeegee, we be lightin' shit up like phosphorus Turnin' flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin' to optimus You stoppin' us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist You pickin' the wrong time, steppin' to me when I'm in my prime like Optimus Transformin', from rookie of the year to veteran Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door I got to many reasons, save your 'whys' and 'what fors' CHORUS: [Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I'm lettin' you know (let 'em know, yo!) Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!) [Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree [Punchline] Check it... I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment I touch topics that try to open up your optics Vacate in the Tropics, you dodgin' bullets in the projects Cut the nonsense, I'm hotter than alot a men Start honorin', got more wifeys than Solomon Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust (Yes!) Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third month I build with friends, lyrically spit gems Call me diamond, cuz I'm your girl's best friend Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor And then I'll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors My gat claps, 50% of the wack Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat cap Get robbed for your ASCAP, leave you inside Fortified live, reppin' NY 'til I die! [Mos Def] Black body radiation situation that we workin' wit' My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergerence Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive I'm rockin this from here to where the purges live To Brooklyn where the merchants live Next door to the murderers And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat Jeeps Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap My crew wasn't that deep, but beef we didn't act sweet Treadin' on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feet Flashy, it was between DeKalb and Pulasky Off the meter like an out of borough taxi They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty And SWAT are either sittin' in Clinton or Kaksaki Man Rudolph can screw off! You too soft to stop us You and your coppers should see some foot doctors Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked up Hide yaself like Donna Summer, another number one And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down Baby let me run it down, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor.. umm..E! Excuse me! Just ate another emcee! Sometimes that's just how it be Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS! |
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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 Talib Kweli - Reflection Eternal [Train Of Thought] (2002)
Yo, we keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for when the nightfall come, we in the right war Cats who spill blood for a cause, not just because Defy the authority and follow God's law Revolutionary entrepeneurs; who make the fans clap they hands and stompin the floor not start the applause (Ahhh ssssh! Yeah!) Thank you very much, without further adieu Let me duce the rest of my crew, Mos Def! Yo, I am the world renowned, verb adjective adverb pronoun preposition suffix prefix Original or remix, sunburst and eclipse Me and Kwe' combine like strands on a double-helix My speech seasoned, with dialect of my region Booga-nam Brooklyn Bed-Stuy Eastern Where youth and policemen, they nah reach agreement Pressure in the mornin, pressure in the evenin You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you You, you Yeahh, alright yeah, alright yeah, alright yeah Alright yeah, alright yeah, alright yeah, yeah-ehhhh Uh, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo, yo Things changed since we came out, been some shit in New York Niggaz stopped gettin jig in New York, bloods and crips in New York The Y-2-K celebration wasn't big in New York Babylon live in New York, should I keep a crib in New York or just V.I., to handle my B.I. When with my A-Alikes we see with three eyes Yo Kweli I agree I, was thinkin the same thing myself Smog in the city ain't no good for your health Things changed in New York, type strange in New York Forty-Deuce don't look the same in New York Just politics, tricks and big games in New York Switched trains a writer can't get fame in New York Internet and Wall Street got paid in New York Poor folks and workin class got slayed in New York Even still, everyday they make weight in New York Flashlights lookin for a brighter day in New York In New York they say it's - red hot Will the temperature ease up?Black I guess not It's multi-lane traffic, no sign for rest stops No corner breaks, put on your gloves and just box No dance school to teach you to wop and bus stop Better get up in the booth, hop up and just rock If you think it's like that, it's not so just stop All mankind time runnin down on one watch, just watch If, you, are, just, coming, in, I, will say it, once, more, so, you, can, hear, cause You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you You, you Yo, Mos Def and Talib Kweli bring disaster to the industry We best-sellin authors writin great chapters in history These cats undercover like gay rappers dealin with mystery My platinum grey matter spray batter that's specifically designed to make rappers break faster than eggshells in the mornin Inhaled the divine in that's laid dormant Water from the well STAY pourin I answer back when I hear fate callin Freedom fighter ready to attack at the crack of a new day dawnin Way more than necessary skills for the application My flow is Great like the Lakes and it rocks like Applachains My facts more than make up for what you lack in imagination You more confused than Tiger Woods when he made up Cabalaysian I'm sayin! Break bounds like the jet Concorde Win awards before I leave for my (?) world tour When they scream encore, that's when they want more Flow steadily, whether I'm on or off shore High potent, zone coastin, no jokin Safecracker sniff gon' keep the joint open Peep the focus, high resolution, high reception My "Train of Thought" connectin with my bredren from Reflection like You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you, again! You, need, to, get, up, right, now and, move, with, this, yes, this, means, you, we goin New York Philly Chicago Detroit Miami D.C. L.A. The world London Amsterdam Paris Japan Any place that a human being might stand, we goin.. |
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Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump Like it's way crunk, yeah, Fake punks get they face lumped Sent to the most high, by the most fit You gotta do, fuck that almost shit The fam is close knit You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin' Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin' Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal' It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with Chief Buddha And see through the overspecialized Underpressurized No lie texturized Emcees who got the masses mesmerized With empty rhetoric They better quit NIggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments Nowadays rap artists coming halfhearted Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets Where were you when hiphop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x) Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin' What more can I say, we stay building And make killings Take children through the wilderness, by the hand It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man Exactly, pack trees in my khakis My sound fat like a knee While you thin like a Mackey C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by You got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye What! Say something You stay fronting It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting Me and Tek stay way blunted Wave running on beaches with white sand With a slight tan Smack the mic stand with my right hand When I'm excited Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it On fire like property lost to riots Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united Chorus |
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[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 - 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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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 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 Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Talib Kweli: repeat 16X)
Feel the rush (Talib over the repeated line) Yeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, "Shut the Fuck down") Ain't no games being played (remember that, remember that) It might be the career (yo) It might be on the stage (yo) It might be in the street (yo) But the people come to me (why?) (Talib Kweli) They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you Original, and I see collective, not individual Visual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able Invincible, offical nigga who they come to For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store Triple W in curo son or die or For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work In walking this planet of earth I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt We at war and I got a battle plan that can work With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write (Bridge) We fight, fuck, get buckwild Kill, chill, make love, have child Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block Build, destroy, get it hot Yo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon) Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with I'm Langston Hughes, "Dreams Deferred" seen and heard in the flesh Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd With keen observation I peep the game And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight Hell no, give it up, it's enough We about to live it up, with ten of us We ride and you live with us Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!) (Xzibit) Yeah, yeah Quality material Yo, check this out Yeah, you heard it Kweli You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City Yeah, turn this shit up It's Quality music You know how we use it Feel the rush (Talib Kweli: repeat to end) Feel the rush |
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(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 Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Kweli)
Yeah, yeah (Girl) La, la, la (continuous) (Kweli) It's like what you gonna do when we come through when you Yeah, shock body like What you gonna do when we come through, Kweli Uh, yeah, BK MC, like what you gonna do when we come through when you Woo, yeah, come on (Verse 1) Watch how Talib Kweli Greene do it What I bring to it You hear the theme music My rhymes' life support, dog breathe to it Rhymes are bright, the sunshine beams through it Stop haters in their tracks like high beams Like the moment you was at the crime scene screaming "I ain't do it" But, I seen through it, it's obscene how I spew it Martin Luther King had a dream to it, people cling to it I seen your momma lean to it in a green Buick Wack niggas get passed over so much they seem Jewish Better leave and do it now or seem foolish This music I bleed to it, I raise my seeds to it I MC with the truest in the game I stay hungry like I'm the newest in the game And stay hot like I'm bluish with the flame You heard the truth when it came And you knew it was the name that you couldn't pronounce Now I'm all up in your mouth My people all up in the house and we calling you out Y'all niggas crying, what you bawling about This shit is down like we chalking you out Hey yo, that's what I'm talking about (Chorus) (Girl) Look up in the sky recongnize it's sunshine (la, la's cont'd) (Kweli) Yeah, what you gonna do when we come through when you (Girl) How can you deny when it's right in your eyes (Kweli) Shock body, ro-ro-ro-ro-rock body Like what you gonna do when we come through when you (Girl) Look up in the sky recognize it's sunshine (Kweli) Come on and, come on and Kweli like what you gonna do when we come through when you (Girl) How can you deny when it's right in your eyes (Kweli) Yeah, come on (Verse 2) Check the writing skills forever coming tight with the quill You sound like you liking the thrill Or filling the pipe with the the krill You must be smoking like the spliff we like to light when we build Out of respect for the dead we let our Heinekens spill Cats taking Vicodin pills to numb the pain that they feeling Pertaining to stealing my rhymes finding their brains on the ceiling I'm blowing their minds wide open when I'm flowing I'm fine Hey yo my whole style banging like I'm throwing up signs Niggas get cut like I saw someone I know in the line I live life to the fullest cause I know I could die Right now, I don't believe I know when to sto' My face soldier's going to lie, when I'm going to buy You gonna see a rainbow in the sky And my momma's face glowing with pride My first born held it down and through my baby's soul I survive Put your hands in the air and let me know you're alive I love this game y'all, I ain't even going to lie I can see you all rocking cause you know when it's live, word (Chorus) (girl) repeat chorus (kweli) repeat chorus **Continue (Outro) BK, BX, Q-borough, like what you gonna do when we come through ATL, Chi-Town, Los Angeles, Bay Area Everybody like what you gonna do when we come through yeah My whole world rocking Yo BK like what you gonna do when we come through, Kweli |
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(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 Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Bilal)
Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (It's your boy Kweli, BK MC) So I can show you just what I got (Memph Blow in the house) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got (Talib) Music is the air I breathe The prayer I leave Rippin' in the atmosphere Up there in the breeze Stronger then the revolution That you wear on your sleeve Its all I know Not an idea you believe I spit bars you can't touch Like tits in strip bars Get charged, man I drop hits that hit hard Hit bars with my brown sugar sistah the night just start, I'm waitin' .... (Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Talib) We all hop in the car deep We bring Brooklyn to the city My fellas lookin' sharp my ladies lookin' pretty When the DJ let the needle drop The beat'll rock, the beat'll start Boppin' and my people got it poppin' like needle marks 3 o'clock and it's mass hysteria I'm about to hit the cafeteria I'm Waitin' ... (Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all) So I can show you just what I got (Talib) I read the lines and all the between In my mind I'm rewindin' the scene The club ain't the place to be findin' a queen You all in my dream girl Though I can't sleep on you no You was a star tonight It like shown through Vampires takin' a bite I'm in the zone too I always end up takin' the flight Makin' a right for the fam So tight in the jam A fight began Always heard bad niggas tryin' to act like a man The DJ had the mic in his hand Like calm down (Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock) (Talib) Yeah, it was like I was the audience at the concert You had on Converse With the Luis Vuitton purse Tiger's eye around the wrist With the fly and the prints Lookin' up your arm and blendin' where the tattoo begins I had to catch a plane but you make me wanna stay I had to catch your name and I'm waitin' ... (Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all) So I can show you just what I got (Bilal) Cuz they let me chasing (?) through the same old song So just clap your hands together 'til they make that sound (Talib) Yeah, hot fun in the summertime, Sly said it Guys see the flesh catch a thigh fetish Honeys smellin' too sweet its like I'm diabetic More stars in the sky than a seminar on Dianetics Drop the top beat up the block On Flatbush Ave. where they smoke a tree up As shots reach the new tunes Dogs who lose hollerin' at the new moon Ours, I'm like the sun, the flower in full bloom When I come out the house we complete like the number 9 You're gon' gimme some of yours, I'm a give you some of mine Your off the sucka rhyme A song will sound like one of mine I know you love it when I shine, I'm waitin' ... (Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got |
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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 Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
Let me holler at you Can I talk to you?(x5) I want you, cuz you make my heart skip the beat that I drum to I want to be the one you run to, when pain confronts you You're everything, sometimes I get nervous when I'm in front you You can hear it in my voice when I ask you if you comfortable Look how love do, I'd practice the Art of War for you like Sun Tzu Come through and arouse you every morning like the sun do If you blackout and collapse I want to help you to come to Notice I haven't yet gotten to what I want from you I want you to come to when I come through and make you shine like the sun do I want you to be the valley for my river to run through You're everything, send your soul through your lips to my heart Sweet music will start I want you to be the music of my art When people try to rip us apart we got to work to stay together Go through the seasons of love and never change with the weather This is my wish list, what I want not what I need there's a difference These days I'm learning that words got power so I'ma be specific Can I have a talk with you? Can I make a dream come true? Can I be in love with you? Cuz I would if I could Yeah sunflower You must live in the infinite blackness that exists when I close my eyes I see you when I fall asleep, I see you when I dream Lil' darlin' Set your soul on fire (lil' darlin') Be your one desire (lil' darlin') Lil' darlin' Can I talk to you? (lil' darlin') Lil' darlin', lil' darlin' Can I talk? (lil' darlin') Can I talk, can I talk, can I? Lil' darlin' (lil' darlinc1 |
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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)
(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 Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Talib Kweli)
The proud Stand tall or don't stand at all, c'mon Uhh, yeah Break it down What we do? (Chorus) We survive, it's more than pride We stay alive, ready to ride (Chorus) - repeat through intro (Intro: Talib Kweli) One two, one two yo Aight.. put it down yo June 11, 2001 Timothy McVeigh is executed And the country breathe a sigh of relief Goodness prevails over evil, it seems Somehow when he's gone, we feel safer Little do we know (Verse One) Today the paper say Timothy McVeigh's in hell So everything's okay and all must be well I remember in Oklahoma when they put out the blaze And put Islamic terrorist bombing, on the front page It's like saying only gays get AIDS, propaganda Like saying the problem's over when they locked that man up Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning The President is Bush, the Vice President's a Dick So a whole lot of fuckin is what we gon' get They don't wanna raise the babies so the election is fixed That's why we don't be fuckin with politics They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that It's all good except for that - we still poor Money, power and respect is what we kill for, for real (Chorus) - repeat through interlude (Interlude) August 4, 2001 A drunken police officer mows down an entire family in Brooklyn The judge lets him go with no bail It reminds us, of just how worthless our lives are to the justice system I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard (Verse Two) Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns They make the guns easy to get and try to keep niggaz dumb Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21 I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son? I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules He's five years old and he still thinkin cops is cool How do I break the news that when he gets some size He'll be percieved as a threat or see the fear in they eyes It's in they job description to terminate the threat So 41 shots to the body is what he can expect The precedent is set, don't matter if he follow the law How do I give my son pride and make him swallow it all (damn!) Fuck the pigs! I think the pigs killed Big and 'Pac too If they didn't they know who did, they got to! Who they serve and protect, nigga not you Cops shot off of ten G's but they got glocks too Let you protect yourself, or better yet respect yourself Straight into the hospital is where you gotta check yourself They be gettin tips from snitches and rival crews Doin them favors so they workin for the drug dealers too Just business enforcers with hate in they holsters Shoot you in the back, won't face you like a soldier Kurt Loder asked me what I say to a dead cop's wife Cops kill my people everyday, that's life (Chorus) - repeat through final interlude (Final Interlude) September 11, 2001 Terrorists attack the Pentagon and the World Trade Center Kills thousand and permanently scars America's false sense of security We see the best examples of humanity in the face of the worst As fire fighters, police officers, rescue workers and volunteers of all sorts, fight to save lives The world will never be the same again (Verse Three) My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes It's more complicated than black and white To give your own life is the greatest sacrifice But it's hard for me to walk down the block Seeing rats and roaches, crack viles and 40 ounce posters People broken down from years of oppression Become patriots when they way of life is threatened It's a hard conversation to have We lost kids, moms and dads, people ready to fight for the flag Damn, when did shit get this bad? America kill the innocent too, the cycle of violence is sad Damn! Welcome to the world, we here We've been at, war for years but it's much more clear (yeah) We got to face what lies ahead Fight for our truth and freedom and, ride for the dead (Chorus) - repeat to end |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Chorus: Res - repeat 2X)
Where do we go? What do we say? What do we do? Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run and there's nothin new Where do we go for inspiration? It's like pain is our only inspiration (Talib Kweli) Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl No one to hold 'em while they growin They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don't like to hear I know this: that people lie, people kneel People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still - rise Above me, trust me, it must be, morning - time Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew But when the karma come back for what you do It's too late to make up - some excuse (Chorus) (Talib Kweli) I come from people who stronger than time and space Wherever there's competition you gonna find the race I find a place in my heart for this hip-hop And pump blood through my vein my skin get hot I take you very serious and make you write more If I don't celebrate I got nothing to fight for I'm tight raw, excite y'all like nightfall I'm tight y'all, I walk the street like y'all About action, talk is cheap, right y'all? You start yappin' think about the beef you might cause The trouble you could get into You don't study, you not prepared and cats is testin you What you gonna do when you gotta face The manifestation of the words that you put in space They already there you cant take 'em out The studio gangsta inside you tryin' to break out (Chorus) (Talib Kweli) Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl No one to hold 'em while they growin They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don't like to hear I know this: that people lie, people kneel People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still - rise Above me, trust me, it must be, morning - time Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew But when the karma come back for what you do It's too late to make up - some excuse |
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from Talib Kweli 1집 - Quality (2002)
(Kweli)
Go right to left, left to right Middle passage connection Yeah, about to build Tell you which way to go (Both) We go right to left, left to right If you fight to the death, what's left to fight X4 Yo, here we go (Kweli) I wanna write away I wanna write here I wanna write brave words to fight fear Write dreams and nightmares Might scare the folks stuck in the day But nothing to say, Well I'm way ahead by light years So beware we keep the lights on I wanna write the songs from right to wrong Right on Riding the light so you see in the dark So deep you gotta be still like your beating heart My words apply the pressure to make the bleeding stop See the art, living right, eating smart I wanna right to life, a right to death Police read your rights from right to left But I never write to remain silent I fight through police line Cops walk the beat that I write to I teach minds, write rhymes with the right sound Right now, journalists write up I write down (Both) :Chorus Party people put a hand in the sky Grab a cloud and squeeze til no man is dry We wet it up, go ask the people if they plannin to die Can't stay to live, consumers is plannin to buy Smoke death operators is standing by They take you order for the slaughter of the family why Do they make it so hard for a man to provide You better get wit it, or {stand to the side X7} (Vinia Mojica) And the story line goes on Right to left, who's right who's wrong Fuck the politics and pride I just to try to stay alive To witness where the battle lines are drawn Speak my mind and sing my song I'm passin on the moral y'all This is ain't play True, you got to know the way It's hard now Open eyes See hopeful lives Sing it now (Kweli) Making my way through life Talking to elders and taking advice Ignoring their words and paying the price Living in the world where false preachers got us praying to christ Get with the young girls in the choir and laying the pipe No control of our soul we all wait at the light So comfortable they we hating to fight to make it right Late at night I'm controlled by the DJ on the mic I love hip-hop and every joint he playing is tight A day in the life is a brick in the foundation of like A maze in Egypt amazing when I'm creating a sight For the world to behold and the story to last So one day ghetto children can visit their glorious past After Pac and Notorious past what do we have Niggas worth more when they dead, it's so sad Started with the slavery we finish the plan But I broke the cycle, and became a man (Both) : Chorus (Kweli) Come on, I got my man Savion in the house We about to put it down Here we go (Savion Glover tap dances) |
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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)
(Talib Kweli)
Yeah ... this is the best part of the trip Hold on to something, hold on to someone We about to take the road less travelled You ain't gotta go home, but you can't stay here Let's go (Kendra Ross) I get lonelier each time You go away I lose my mind I lay awake til you come and make things right (yeah yeah) I get lonelier each time you go away (cmon) So baby won't you stay with me tonight? (yeah) (Talib Kweli) Check it out There's this lady I'm in love with (yes there is) Living inside this woman unknown But she's scared to let it show I know it sound like some bug shit (yeah it do) It's just she come with Hang-ups and Insecurities they gotta go She always nervous around me But see this lady inside She's ready to be my baby tonight And ever since this lady found me This woman think I'm dangerous And ain't ready to put her safety aside I try to tell her that I got her back And no matter where we at In our lives I'll treat her like she my girl I asked her "What's wrong with dat?" (What's wrong with dat?) She like "It just ain't right There's so many more women and men in the world" I have to admit the girl got a point (true) Maybe my ambition's made to make me want something I just can't have So now it's time for me to blow this joint I still know I'm in love I just stay focused And true to my path Word (Kendra Ross) I get lonelier each time You go away I lose my mind I lay awake til you come and make things right (yeah yeah) I get lonelier each time you go away (uhh) So baby won't you stay with me tonight? (yeah yeah) (Talib Kweli) I got to get away Ladies you ever felt growing away By your man Asking "Baby, won't you stay?" He chilling with his crew He should be building with you He got you feeling the blues Cause the children to glue He willing to do Whatever it takes To save 'em From a fate he can't see when he misbehaving Brave men don't let they ladies Raise they children theyself You're so busy trying to save 'em That you you're killing yourself With the Stress and strife And the fights and the advice From the ladies of the night Who can't run they own life Up in your air Nothing is fair Why do you care? Why do you always take it there? The crying, the tears You ain't prepared for the jewels That I'm trying to share Flying there Dying inside Hot in the fear The writing is clear On the wall For you to read the sign Ayo the fine is the way we design To be fine But still ... (Kendra Ross) I get lonelier each time (I get so lonely) You go away I lose my mind I lay awake til you come and make things right (mmmmmmm .. make it right, make it right, make it right) I get lonelier each time you go away (la la la la la la la laaaa) So baby won't you stay with me tonight? (Talib Kweli) Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta, Gotta Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta, Gotta Yo You can tell when people wanna spend they life together Despite the weather They treat each other like a treasure Can't fight forever You got to give it up I ain't got a lot of time We got to live it up I make my music like I make my love People use it like they take they drugs In the morning When they waking up This music got me out late but I holla at you when I'm done Don't stay up Will love play with us? It sting like paper cuts Doused in alcohol But if it's real They ain't no greater rush I got faith in us It's only you who really know me I be surrounded by people And still feel lonely (Kendra Ross) So baby won't you stay (why won't you stay?) Baby won't you stay? (why won't you stay?) Baby won't you stay with me tonight? (ohhhhh) Stay with me tonight Stay with me tonight Ohhhhh Cmon |
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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw]
Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef X2 [Kweli] I tattoo the page with the permanent ink Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island The umbrella in your tropical drinks Still run it up it, liquor in your cup Fucking you up Hang over the banister You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom He make music for the people, people dying to meet him People! We still abuse it, while the rich is made of music He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van ? G-you-E relevant, see how his man do it Fucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through it The river in the valley The nigga in the alley Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali The hands will fake the clapping You'll be collasping You softer than the land on legs Transforming the landscape Like a sandstorm in the Sahara I am the truest nigga I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters You may want to test this product like cane smugglers Dis disco shit Popping like Crisco Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My style, wild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro-black, Kweli! [Chorus] w/o Kweli [Black Thought] I'm a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov I knock the bottle off And knock the model off Gots some non-believers here Some how I'll save y'all Or stop y'all worries, you makin me vexed Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct I'll fucking bounty hunt your body like I'm Boba Fett Cause you a toy not a soldier yet You better hold your neck You dick smokers get no respect With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks 'cause them crews don't stop them shots It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch I'm from the south side of philly, it's known to get gruesome Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them They may as well pay, schmuck Introducing the be |
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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 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 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)
(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 Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Intro) (Talib Kweli)
Hey Y'all I feel good right? (mmm...hmmm...) Yeah, ok, uhh.. Now what that make me talk about? Love, love, love, love...(echoes) Yeah, that's what the world need, ha Yo, that's what your girl need All right, we gon' put it down like this I'll tell you about myself (1st Verse) (Talib Kweli) My name is Kweli and I love to spit it homie I rap about love and life, ladies get to know me If you feelin' lonely, I can be your one and only I put it out in the world, so people show me... love (echoes) Yeah, I always get it back This ain't no pimp game here, that's a different track We talkin' this and that, we need to get with this I keep it realer than most, this is our business (Chorus) (Faith Evans) What we gotta do to make them see We got a good thing going on Wanna tell the world if they don't know That what we have is real Wanna shout it from the mountains baby That I love you, but if they don't hear me I know, you know, we know (2nd Verse) (Talib Kweli) Heheh, yeah.. Yo, hey baby look like you need a break tonight Let me make it right, baby won't you stay the night I got a lot of love as you know you're my favorite right? Hey my lady, what we gon' make tonight (our love...) That's the dream, but I never sleep Across the crowded room, our eyes forever meet But without doubt and gloom, cuz we can never be That's why I got to go, cuz you're my impossible love Your the horizon I can see but never ride off into I sound better than the cat who rappin' to you now That's between me and you, what happened to us now? Got you hopin' for the glorious Waitin' for that victorious feelin' wanted by all of us Kneelin' and praying that the lord in us will help us love ourselves So much that the confidence attract to someone else (Chorus) (Faith Evans) What we gotta do to make them see We got a good thing going on Wanna tell the world if they don't know That what we have is real Wanna shout it from the mountains baby That I love you, but if they don't hear me I know, you know, we know (3rd Verse) (Talib Kweli) Yo, Rockin' Los Angeles, House of Blues in Sunset Performin' like an orgasm, my girl ain't even cum yet Seen her by the side of the stage givin' me energy Potentially, wife material connectin' mentally I felt like heaven sent for me, you're meant for me The doubters and the haters had to acknowledge eventually You was a non-believer too if memory serves And a heart that gives shit, tryin' to play your boy for the her The harder that I run to you, the farther you become It's like my heart was part of some movie that hadn't yet begun This woman moves me and I'm a mountain of a man You pull me in like the waves do the grain of sand (love, love, love...) Yeah, I love the way you bring it to me I wrote a song for you, I love to hear you to sing it for me And let the melody carry me through the jealousy And we can cruise like Tom and Phenelope (Chorus) (Faith Evans) What we gotta do to make them see We got a good thing going on Wanna tell the world if they don't know That what we have is real Wanna shout it from the mountains baby That I love you, but if they don't hear me I know, you know, we know (Repeat 2x) |
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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 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 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
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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 Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
(Talib Kweli)
Yeah! Come on! What it is It's the P-l-a-n-e-t R-o-c-k Kweli, BK, se-la-vis You could tell I be hell-a-free like college radio WQHT gonna play me though this hot shit is to fly like the cockpit got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness it's like the heart of the artist become a target pop music is the black market recently we witness bizarre shit the war hit the same time as SARS hit terrorists send bombs at the concert the show must go on yo regardless I'm just some hip-hop kid to pop shit and get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit (Hook) Yeah We got the beat to make the planet roooccccckkk (Come on, Come on) Yeah, Come on We got the beat to make the planet rooocccckkkk (Come on, Come on) (Talib KWeli) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We got the planet to rock, Kweli's standing on top I'm like a panther when I answer to cops and bust back before the man get a shot and the blood on their veins run cold like the cannibal lox and bring heat like the blood of the mammal that's hot and keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart and watch time count down on the hands of the clock till the hour when the pinnacle start wow, and go fast like the bullet that ran through the dark the hollow tip ripped a man apart, blaow yo these soldiers die in petroleum wars think they fighting for the holiest cause it don't matter if you muslim, hebrew, or you a christian information is the newest religion, is a true way of living ain't no rule to a superstition stop me with going through with my mission come on man (Hook with minor variations x2) (Talib Kweli) Come on get down, get down, get down, get down go ladies, go, go, go ladies, go, go Come on all my ghetto people stand strong we rocking on and on one for me, now rocking with the best and is Kweli you ain't no MC like me, you just a clone like KFC Come on, B-Boys, B-Girls, we rocking the world (Hook) (Talib rhyming over hook) Can't believe niggaz running the place man everything is dangerous nothing is safe, nigga think you a man with a gun in your waist let the cops disrespect you right in front of your face take it out on your girl, punch her in the face you ain't a thug you a waste of space nigga get out the way, B-boys gonna rock till the break! how much can the planet take (Repeat until end) We got the beat... |
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from Talib Kweli 2집 - The Beautiful Struggle (2004)
[1st Verse]
The temperature got tempers flaring people sweat when the weather hot They argue and they fret a lot then set up the plot To whet up the block Wheter or not the blood is red up in the gutter Music is my bread and butter I got a show in Brooklyn cause the ghetto love us Pulled up in Mtulu's truck I'm suited up I'm cool as fuck security tripping on my baseball hat promoter knew what's up Plus Chaps had on some denim shorts and white tee shirt and I told the bouncer they being disrespectful cuz like you we working I ain't a custy or a patron and trust me no one would be paying To come in this crusty ass club if I wasn't playing He's like "I'll put you the fuck out" And when you put your word like that its like third strike black you struck out His man tried to rush me from behind Chaps stuck out a size nine Seen him trip face first into the line Cats is cowards with no spine and they power tripping too The next level is the violence so what y'all niggaz wanna [Hook] Work it out We should try to work it out People lie, people cry, people die to work it out Read the book, pray to god Look inside to work it out We should try to work it out Yo what y'all ladies wanna do Work it out To get fly she work it out People lie, people cry, people die to work it out Read the book, pray to god Look inside to work it out Show the love Lose the hate Work it out Work it out [2nd Verse] Peolpe placed in situations they cant take and what they facing Is the trials and tribulations to make them say the lords forsaken them Their loved ones intervening but they always blaming them For problems they don't realize what they part is in creating them Like men who so insecure think they women cheating on them And women who think the proof that they man love them is they beating on them Keep sleeping on them soon they partner creeping on them Committing crimes of passion they in caskets mother weeping on them With her head in her hands There's only one thing that the dead understand that it's better to be alive Now what you gonna do stick your head in the sand You probably the type to fall for anything and take that instead of a stand Now that's a mouse instead of a man I cherish my role as the head of my fam And on the road I meet incredible fans I rock with singers an a DJ instead of a band we at a theatre near you So what y'all niggaz wanna do [Hook] [3rd Verse] Stay civilized when they try to kill my high I try to think through problems Bring honesty to rap like Cam'ron brought the pink to Harlem You could be on the brink to stardom and suddenly you sink to bottom Tell the truth about the war and suddenly you linked Saddam Hate the topic but the closet people get to patriotic Is red bull white vodka mixed with the straight hypnotic Paper prophets sell the revolution so they make a profit Trust they got it fucked up with your taxes started making rockets Take it off the top like politicians speaking proper diction Stuffing dollars in they britches like they do a lotta stripping Got the top position bitching about the quality of life All that bullshit get exposed as soon as Kweli sees the mic They cutting down the tree of life the sun rays is running out The babies ain't eating right so the guns keep coming out See how they play the streets an night slap the taste out your mouth To show you what they work about So what y'all niggaz want to do [Hook] |
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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 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)
(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 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 David Banner - Certified (2005)
Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
Album: Beautiful Mix Song: Ridin' David Banner: I'm from a place Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your f**kin' guts hang Right there in front of the kids I might as well split your Whig 'Cause that's just what the master did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like Sojourner, Man, the truth F**k a 'Creek ? I care but you in doubts ? And go "Woof" He ain't dead What pledge There's a stank up in the Busch Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit Man, it's dead props Here in Chicago But hit this hi-lo Warriors come play Click the bottles Cock them AK's (YEAH!) Bust on KK's (YEAH!) With the Knuckle boy Or the Other Two And the Stic-Man Given Dead on your shirt Like a Wristband You a Grown Man Nigga, Stand tall Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (YEAH!) Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Dead Prez: Yo' Niggas is not orginal Niggas follow the radio Niggas think if You Blow Then You gotta be on the TV Show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on You 'Cause see You do what they do They know freedom is powerful Niggas is very visual If we see it, we think it's true Very few niggas make a move And even less'll see it through Crackas make up the chemicals Then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot And we just get the residuals Niggas will rob and shot on You Crackas will drop a bomb on You Niggas is having funerals Crackas is having barbeques Niggas sing the blues That's reminicin' the spritual But when You say GAWD is You Niggas ain't really hearing You Crackas like to capitalize Them crackas a lie They say if You don't ?unionnize? Then You'll probably die I hate callin' niggas niggas So I'ma take it backwards I ain't got now love for whithey I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!) (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Talib Kweli: Yeah! I call myself real N-I-G-G-A 'Cause Kweli be Showin' on the floor And they policies My philosophies Show you that the block Is a part of me Freedom Fighter Like Richard Carter be It's deep how the street knowledge beef 'Cause it ran like a code inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself A nigga You ask me Who's got my back When the cops harass me Ya'll can label Cinncinatti Can ride the train Or with the Caddie When they call you Nigga they scared of You They fearin' You So actually If CRACK is gone Be fearing Niggas Then that's what the F**k I have to be Now It's a badge of honor And some say that Shit's upsurd It's more than just a word We flip the shit Like it's a 'bird Pass it down through Generations, then Cuss you out and say it loud The first generation Of Muthaf**kas To grab Our Nuts and Say it proud Country Niggas or City Niggas Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas In the coridor, floor or door, And all my Mississippi Niggas We connected All throughout The North, the East, the West, the South And if a Wyte boy say the shit He'll still get punched Right in the mouth (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' (Ending 2x) All they got for You Is a Cell my Nigga They want You Dead or in jail Without Rebel my Nigga In the streets It's similar to Hell My Nigga But we gonna Boss up And live well My Nigga |
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from DJ Spinna - Rawkus Presents/ Heavy Beats Volume 1 (2000)
(feat. Apani B-Fly Emcee, Talib Kweli)
[Apani] Time zone travellin, unravelin The secrets of mysteries that follow humans for centuries Theories appear crisp and clear to me as air Magically through meditative focus, mechanically I'm there The dreams stay in connection, then awake To the main theme in a carefully constructed scene Which began with a bright beam of light Become a satellite seen as a flash in the sky Through the eyes of a writer, who shall remain anonymous Lust for higher learnin, surgin, burnin, yearnin Inspired by spirits of great grand descendants Get rich off the dark skin signin over freedom on documents Marked with X's, illiterate, stiffed up languages Slave masters metaphorically ripped out they larynxes Yet they beat drums and sang songs Now I keep it movin along in the same form and context Since the torch has been cast to the next generation My main motivation is to be a cipher nation 360 degrees all around, above, and below Is the planet where I hold jurisdiction, yo Kweli I know you fed with this whole situation I know you reflect on revolution Can only be one conclusion, one action conduces Changes - some civilizations have been in war for scores Blood shed on history pages and in the end What side wins? Old has been replaced by the new When all is said and done, stand out amongst the few As examples of what one can do It's a true story, cried at the end when Denzel died in Glory Knock on wood when I'm gon' be, launch me into the galaxy I'll be a solitary star in the constellation Transferrin information into the minds of young prodigies lookin up Wishin all my energy until the day they become Entities parallel to me, the universe's Cycle of Destiny What exists is more than we see, more than we see... Forget the years you been alive, we livin in the same age Tell me where your mind is at, we livin in the same age Tell me what's on your mind, we livin in the same age [x3] [Kweli, vaguely] yo, yo, outrageous, courageous, advantageous.. [Kweli] Once again on mission, driven by ill thoughts that we envision Got a lotta ambition, now we got a pot to piss in Cats seem to be quick to whip they shit out, and they missin While I aim straight, it's a new era, you feel the transition? Man listen, you know the libras, how they just balance it out Through the ages, droppin wisdom like sages While the whole world go through phases Peep how the rhyme is vintage like a wine Gets better with age and time Niggas think they free - who need to change When you can enslave the mind? like true conquerors They call the explorers brave Say they collectin when I say they rob graves It's complex, you know what, I be ? Apani Do this ego trippin, like De La, on Nikki Giovanni So I try to put that behind me but it got me In an ill position like the Kama Sutra The past kicks my ass back to the future, it reminds me Not the losers, but the winners tell the story Ignore the truth, take out the gory details and get the glory My grandfather died when I was a shorty He fought for our country It couldn't be his 'cause to this day, they still don't want me My great grandmother put arsenic in the master's tea After she came from hearin a speech by Marcus Garvey Not separate or equal, so fuck Ferguson and Plessy Folks of slaves, bringin it like Nat Turner and Denmark Vesey The Age of the Industry, the plantation system was dead Let em work, they can make enough to eat And keep a roof over they head You still a mothafuckin slave ! Doesn't matter if you near-white or little light Or blacker than a thousand midnights We right in the new age with new slaves, we need to bless the stage 'Cause the audience' brains affected by devils like cage Call us brave, but the system got our peoples actin depraved Forget the years you been alive, we livin in the same age Yo tell me where ya mind is at, we livin in the same age Take that wit'chu to your grave, grow up before you show up [x3] [Apani] Time is relative, we livin in the same age |
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from Talib Kweli 3집 - Right About Now (2005)
[Intro]
Yeah, this that new Kweli I'ma give it to you before the bootleggers get hold of it You know what I'm sayin'? I figure I put it out first, make some money wit' it Why not, right? Okay, 1-2 [Verse] Yo I'm Brooklyn like the '90s Brownsville and Bushel keep it grimey When I'm from flatbush that's where you'll find me In Brooklyn, Tek wit' Justin and Sadat And Free and Sid from ??? Always catch me wit' Juju and Rubiks, we was truant kids Dollar band nooseses Jump bell, run, and never look back Mr. Man kept the hammer in his bookbag Rubiks introduced me to Black and Forte DJ Enuff on Avenue K I go back a long way Wit' Super Nat in Washington Square freestylin' everyday Peformin' at Lyricists' Lounge who ate off Jean Grae Fuckin' wit' Mood is how I met Hi-Tek Black Star came in effect when Elijah gave my tape to Mos Def Reflection Eternal was next on deck My crew the best and we proved it We knew our music was the Vanguard of a movement Every Rawkus release was bangin', they on the come up They was like fuck the radio 'til Pharoahe said "Get the fuck up" Flex listened, jabbin' at Bryant The next position was right about now we need the radio hit written While I hit the road On tour to support the records since the day it was sold Corey had me followin' the example of De La Soul Common and The Roots to me these the sickest niggaz Get my figures wit' the Okayplayers and the Spitkickers Rawkus got a deal with MCA, this the gray area But let it stir for Music Cemetery of America They tried to fool you by switchin' the name to Geffen Now they Interscope's bitch and every artist who had a chance left 'em Ain't no big surprise, wasn't no love there Jimmy Iovine never signed me, I just kinda ended up there But fuck that, literally it was my way or the highway Hit the road with the Beastie Boys and toured Europe with Kanye Gotta thank 'em for the love on the album I knew out on "Electric Circus" He'd get it by any means necessary like Malcolm I dropped a single, shot a video, took control of my situation Got a label poppin', it's a celebration (bitches) Yo boy Free I had to get out I put you on, that's where I'm at right about now [Hook] And if you're sayin' it's my time, you right about now This what's goin' through my mind right about now Hey yo, hey yo, it's time to write about now And if you lookin' you can find it right about now I put you on, that's where I'm at right about now This what's goin' through my mind right about now Yo, hey yo, it's time to write about now And if you lookin' you can find it right about now [Outro: Dave Chappelle {*DJ cutting*}] That's right bitches, Talib Kweli One of the baddest motherfuckers you've ever seen That's right bitches, Talib Kweli You're now rockin' with the best! I said it The best! The best! That's right bitches You're now rockin' with the best! The best! Talib Kweli Where's-Where's my snares? Talib Kweli Where's-Where's my snares? |
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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 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 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 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. Mos Def)
[Intro] {Talib Kweli} Whoo We on fire tonight Whoo Yeah, we on fire tonight Whoo Black Star in the house fo' sho' (Yeah) Yo, now everybody go... (C'mon) [Intro Chorus] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def} Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme) Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme, Yeah, Yeah) Side to side... [Verse 1] {Talib Kweli} 'Bout to slap box with the beat The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street You can see the crack spot in the backdrop The heat in the stash box of the black drop You wonder why there's more crime Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line Getting information from the nigga-net The trickle-down theory guess it ain't reached niggaz yet I make a bigger bet Kweli 'bout to be a bigger threat 'Cuz there's hardly any real niggaz left What the fuck these niggaz talking 'bout Living a movie but the audience is walking out I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest 'Til there's only five hard beats left It's like a dead man walking I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking [Chorus] Ghet-to p-pole it's time to ride (Supreme, Supreme) Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme) [Verse 2] {Mos Def} Yo' I got my headphones up like I'm listening close Face blank with expression it isn't a joke Start fire, sit back and spit its smoke To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat Mad problems...Take all the niggaz you know Add that number up with every nigga you don't Final number, some total of the niggaz that won't Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style What time it is, crew you can hate me now And ten minutes from then you gon' love me again Buck town republic again Writing on the wall trouble again Intensify struggle and such Killers, Sadč lovers deluxe Sound garnered, for the wild hearted Downtrodden, up-starters Young violent, uprising Cocaine, and gunpowder Up north, or bus crowded Daily vibes to thug mountain Cold caves or peaks of high Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide If you wonder why you got so much on your mind 'Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time Fall back without recovering time, and time's up Brooklyn, put your dimes up [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] {Mos Def + Talib Kweli} {Mos Def} I put feeling inside of my rap Hold it down for my side of the map No matter what north, south east or west side of the mat Bend a needle on the mind and it's back {Talib Kweli} Got a problem with that? The holler back and the stars is black We the New Era you just a Starter cap Find out what happens when the artist in tact Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that {Mos Def} Or perhaps you just ain't as smart as you think Figure 8'n on the thin ice part of the rink You a vessel that's promised to sink Terra Firma ain't as hard as you think Stare down, and you starting to blink {Talib Kweli} Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who Don't need to be spoon fed like baby food I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth And spit out the truth 'Til the cops come and spray the booth [Chorus 2X] [Outro] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def} Its all right with you its all right with me Do the damn thing what you wanna be (Supreme, Supreme) That's right, that's right that's right that's right That's right, that's right that's right that's right (Supreme, Supreme) [Repeated 3X More] [Talking] |
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from Talib Kweli 3집 - Right About Now (2005)
[Intro-Talib Kweli]
Dave, this a monster [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... [Verse 1-Papoose] Knowledge is the founder of everything in existence If you not droppin' knowledge about us it's 'cause you ig'nant A top-notch scholar wit honors, I'm so gifted Live is the most vicious, honest and prolific I drop diabolical brollic wit no gimmick Astonish the flow critics, rhyme wit the most lyrics I paint pictures, jot it and dot it but won't print it My ? is photogenic, I am the most vivid Man, I got a brain the size of the most biggest Wide as them cold rivers, wise as them old niggaz Tired of this, though, half of you rhyme it but don't live it Watch it and go spit it, stop it, I know Physics Breakin' yo physical, demolishin' yo spirit The struggle got me thinkin' demonic and so wicked Man, I'm so deep I'm bottomless, yo, kill it Wise wit the flow, rhyme about Hymen, it's so senseless [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... [Verse 2-Talib Kweli] Live New York rap, stay away from the pork crap Actin' like you all that, get smacked if you talk back Spiritual like Rakim on ice, like Kane with the females Slick Rick and Biggie Smalls attention to detail Political like PE, I'm spittin' fire like Ice Cube Kweli and Ice do 'til you start fuckin' wit my fool Rap 'll set the right mood, fin' to blow like a light fuse You might lose, ya chance of winnin' slimmer than a size two Plus, the shit you kick so wack niggaz ready to fight you Fuck rap, you better off wit spoken word kickin' Haiku Or rhymes got teeth that'll bite you, make it clearer than white booze You ain't special, there's a million rappers like you Far from clumsy, but I drop lines and spill bars Smoke more trees and be around more Black chicks than Bill Maher Peel a card off the deck, this that real hard Hip-Hop shit Niggaz feel y'all, it's real, y'all [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... [Verse 3-Talib Kweli] The Beast is out when the police is out They be pullin' out and really showin' you what peace/piece about Upholdin' the law that's designed to keep my people down Bourgeois niggaz walkin' around like everything is equal now I'm peepin' how from the beat cop to the Interstate trooper To the Feds who put a price on the side of head of Cuba, B Protectin' the property value over the people life To take action against a foul government is the people right But not too many ready to fight It's like you'd rather be at home watchin' a flick or a fight Or maybe Nick-At-Nite It's sick how I'm addicted to mics, become a flickerin' light After I spark I'm always ready to write Where I'm from, they be watchin' us, but we be watchin' them And bust shots 'til the coppers bring the choppers in The squad cars try to box me in But I got knowledge of self and it's stronger than any cage you can lock me in [Chorus-Talib Kweli] When them boys wit the Tec's throwin' up they set And the spot so hot the ceilin' start to sweat Yeah, that's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The... When you just a little tipsy, you lookin' at them lips And you lockin' up them hips, get the drillin' wit the tips, and That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out That's when The Beast come out [Outro-Talib Kweli] A lot of different Beasts or demons roamin' the planet And they surface at any given time You never know when they can surface and come right up out of you No matter how righteous you think you are Situation could go down when you forced To let The Beast out |
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from Talib Kweli 3집 - Right About Now (2005)
(feat. Jean Grae)
[Jean:] he's back again for the first day We gonna do this one a little different. tryna test the waters (where you gonna run) [Jean:] not far (where you gonna run) [Jean:] where you gonna go [Verse 1: Jean Grae] I write underground climb up, this a new line up Niggaz fight your way through If you're not ready to lose may I suggest that you let us the fuck through Everybody clap your hands now, tear the walls down Dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know Hands in the air, knees in, knees out Drop a little symbol on them this time, no doubt, let's go I write ten years deep and tenure's still deep My bad I'm sorry I don't like when phrases repeat I meant for the decades almost passed and spaceball was the least And I'm struggling still hustle to eat I must be built with Adam and Eve skin While y'all motherfuckers where you flushed in With your heart poking through on your arm stupid Drop more bombs than on Saddam's house unarmed My mouth's a weapon I shout like Armguard steppin' Didn't need to get loud, no disrepect But you know the Jean is threat to your checks Niggas heart burning no prowl though sec to stop the attack Ya neck back's gettin hot on every drop on the track And now I finally got some heat is good, let it be known I'll still be here after all this shit is done said and gone Can't keep running the same formula, I'm imploring ya To quit fucking the game up, before it fucks all of ya up [Chorus:] Where you gonna run Where you gonna run Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna hide Where you gonna ruuuuuun Where you gonna ruuuuuun (Kweli) Yeah come on, yeah come on [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Watch these niggas start to run soon as I hit the track What get the sack, eyes low like Friskin' cat My flow get cap throw they gun like official Nas I'm draftin you niggas hard quick fast like tiptonat Diamond cut lyrics so sharp the spit split the glass Your mouth writing a check that you ask and quick to cash Screaming how you quick to shoot don't even know the screenplay Niggas rappin black and white and rappers shakin' Jean Grae Sick of niggas licking boots I pick and choose my battles when I spit the truth it's hot Let the pride and move the cattle Y'all don't really want no beef, that's too real you want veal You baby sheep hanging in the air and tend to raffle me Me? I don't like the taste this shit's gamey Like magazines telling lies and Star Wars like Dick Chaney It sucks though they losing they flavor like Now and Laters When I bust them niggas run for the hills like Al Queda [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jean Grae] She lacks delivery, really, nigga I pack rap symmetry and send it to ya dorm Why y'all iggin' me for sure Jean is synonymous to chivalry Open doors but I step through first Test the waters and I pee in them got no network But now everyone's a rapper and everyone'll shoot you dead Only led I strapped with a razor sharp pencil that could write but it could stab you rapid It's all ass backwards, you're all mall performers, actors What tho?, come on let's race to where the cash is Get mauled like Roy the alter boy I'll jet through you like a Jet through flight, I'm unemployed You still cared to touch me, I gotta keeps the rap level You face screwed ugly I'm chasing all you club bunnies And racing you tackle you down Take your money with your chest on the ground I know it's foul, what you gonna do now [Chorus] (I think it's time you gave it up!) |
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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 Les Nubians - Temperature Rising [single] (2003)
There's no emotions that make me feel this way
There's no emotions so bright to soothe a pain How could it be so strong ? Coz' when the time has come to escape from the storm Just a little bit of this makes you feel so excited You'd better pass it on Before you're too stoned. Natural Nubian Vibes Feelin' so high Temperature rising Makes me feel so Irie Temperature rising Feel so free and special When the smoky notes fall down on my head and heart It is so real Wishing it'll last forever Coz' I just can't stop this rythm enchantment Feelin' high So high Temperature rising Makes me feel so Irie Temperature rising Ain't no way to stop this voodoo charm From your left to your, right just pass it on RAP Feelin' so high Temperature rising Makes me feel so Irie Temperature rising Hey, Hey Feel high Throw your hands up in the sky Move on side to side De gauche A droite Rising. |
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