1.Everything Man
Lyricist：Talib Kweli Greene, Otis Jr Jackson
I don't remember the first time I heard Kweli
I don't remember what I was doing
There were no remembered witnesses to my doings
But it seems like I've known him forever
He who has moved through mornings and midnights
Through deaths and dawns
To document our bones, our blood, our lives
Listen, listen to his exact wings
Strumming mists from clouds
Listen, listen, a man always punctual with his mouth
Listen to his revolution of syllables
Scoping lightning from his pores
Keeping time with his hurricane beat
Asking us to pick ourselves up and become thunder
Yeah, they say you can't please everybody
Let's go, yeah, they ain't know what that sound like
Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred
That never makes it to the world to be seen or heard？
Do it breathe？ Do it got a heartbeat？ Is it alive？
Do it leave only to become a star in the sky？
I believe the scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential
Only usin' 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals
But incidentally, my energy heavenly
Can he be so ill？ There ain't no, pill or no remedy
The maker of memories posses the recipe to your fate
Make no mistake, there ain't no escapin' your destiny
Especially when 'til death do us part, like wedding rings
I'll be here forever, put that on everything
You're everything man
You're everything man
Your alpha and your omega, your beginning and your end
Your father, your brother, your lover, your friend
The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain
That's right, my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain
My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train
All city, all night I'm enjoyin' the fame
I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a
general
In the battle between God and the Devil
I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system
I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin'
This kid proficient in every position
The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin' your
vision
'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah, I'm standin' right
here
I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air
I try to fit it in the same rhyme
But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time
You're everything man
You're everything man
First time I heard him, I was in Japan
Seems like the first time I heard him was like
The Reflection, 'Reflection Eternal'
Like when Kanye came out
I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say that but
New York native and serious Talib fan
I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli
Him, Mos Def, all of them man
I need them out here in my life
It's a rainy morning in New York City
2.NY Weather Report
Lyricist：Michael J. Clervoix, Talib Kweli Greene, Nicholas Marcell
Speed
Come on, yeah
I like to take this opportunity to thank everybody
Who been riding with me so far, it's a been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not about the destination
It's all about the journey, I appreciate y'all
It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm, check it out
Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, raps up a edge a lot
My people suffering, slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden like my mother, other name
Is this your first trip to hell？
Avenge a capitalist, if it's a product then we got it for sell
When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell into line
I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the vowel
Word, there use to be no biting allowed
Now the gangsters, no grinding allowed
Probably see a fight in the stage, 'fore you see a fight in the
crowd
I send this out to my people facing the storm
Homie, we riding it out, you inspire what I'm writing about
It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Been ＊＊＊ around
I'm not a judge but I'm handing out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors
＊＊＊ in the streets outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spiritual but actual practitioners
Rap listeners, we open the black businesses
This underground ＊＊＊ with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances, you could tell who ＊＊＊ is fake
And who's ＊＊＊ is based upon the past experiences
We really been to war, hand to hand like ＊＊＊ sales
Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail
Females left to raise up a son
From the day he was one
Til' he twenty, and he raise up a gun
Get the blazin, fore the blaze of the sun
Smoke bracin' his lung
Young in his years and he's facing a ton
None of his peers wanna share the road
Love the child, care to provider
But they hand a blunt and share saliva
You ain't a rider and you hustlin' backwards
To many excess with imitating these crackers
So our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappers
Taking all the work away from the black actors
Revelation is first and Armageddon is after
Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural disasters
Fast food culture be this, is always a factor
It's the gratification they want the cash faster
It's my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the place where knowledge is born
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Talib Kweli, that's what it is, break it down
3.Say Something
Lyricist：William James Adams, Thomas Bell, James Casey, Talib Kweli
Greene, Tsidi Ibrahim
The year is 1975, Brooklyn, New York City
A child destined for greatness is born, let's go
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
Talk shit now, talk shit now
Talk shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say something
Say something, say something
The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than meat lockers
My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka
I smack Internet MC's and beat bloggers
You can see my Black Thought like 'Riq Trotter
Deep, go ahead and sleep, they know in the street
Kwe' gon' flow on the beat proper, composin' complete operas
Longer than a cigar that's Godfather
Tappin' two heart choppers, I'm harder than gob stoppers
People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter than
Fish grease, criminal names on police blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets like top shotters
Out in the Mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada
I'm sayin' makin' a profit, a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage
I'ma show you how we break an artist
That's a threat, I'm not makin' a promise
Speak to the people like Barack Obama
They worship like the black Madonna, c'mon
Niggaz talk shit, but they ain't got skills
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman
Still spit right in your face
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme MySpace, you're not safe
Yeah, they say I'm back
But I ain't go nowhere though
Been here the whole time
Where you been？ You back
Matter 'fact, apologize
Talk shit now, talk shit now
Talk shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say something
Say something, say something
Open your mouth, say somethin', I fuckin' dare you
Chokin' you out 'til you can't suck any air through
Fuck with your man too, thinkin' I can't do what I plan to
Vet vandal, niggaz are brand new
Ain't knew I was bad news？ Look at the tattoos
Get ran through like you was fingers through Sassoon
Horror chick in the bathroom, off the backstage room
Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga, I'll harass you
I'll Ras Kass you, 'Soul On Ice' and body cast dude
Past due, Jean and Kwe' the last two action heroes
Actually had the capacity to be the ones in a class of zeros
Hip hop's not dead, it was on vacation
We back, we bask in the confrontation
You can ask me, have any conversation
You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga
Talk shit now, talk shit now
Talk shit now, talk shit now, talk shit, hey
Say something, say something
Say something, say something
We not fallin' for your trick 'cause your image is like a
gimmick
Forget it, every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic
I'm talkin' to the Lord and I'm askin' Him for forgiveness
Just for kickin' niggaz out the club like Michael Richards
Yeah, I admit it, I'm guilty, the way I spit it is filthy
I keep it gritty so they get it, they feel me, the flow
Is known for touchin' the soul of street hustlers
I speak in the language they know I keep customers
The writin' therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin'
While these dudes get it confused and abuse the creative
substance
I'm givin' you a contact high, my name buzzin'
And I came in the game with nothin', stop frontin', nigga
Talk shit now, the year of Blacksmith
Is not defined by any calendar
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers
Get the name right, BKMC, Talib Kweli, say it again
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
Get your hands in the air, get 'em up
Put your hands in the air, put 'em up
Say something
4.Country Cousins
Lyricist：Chad L. Butler, Raheem Devaughn, Bernard James Freeman, Talib
Kweli Greene, Fonce Mizell, Larry Mizell
Yo son, what the deal, son？ What's really hood, son？
The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real
Yo son, this block is dead
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son？
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody talked this way
Raised on Rakim and Run-DMC
So I thought that everybody 'Walked This Way'
We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill
It's just some things I was taught to say
And every Saturday morning
I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes
The puberty came, started hittin' them cuties with game
And the truancy came
Started cuttin' in just class, I was comin' all fast, I was new
to game
Used to playin' on TV courtesy of video music box
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new
hip hop
Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda
rhymer
But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina
L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
And you think everybody else sound country
So they started callin' 'em Bamas
Down south where we buy them hammers
Down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap
Where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put？ You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what？
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're
cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is
nothin'
Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothin' but that county slang, what up, dog？ What up, cuzz？
Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's, menthols, wine and weed
Sittin' on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed
Listenin' to Eric Band, Rakim or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC Eiht
Down south we listen to it all, we didn't discriminate
Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double
So I said it's time to hustle, got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is history
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country
cousins
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put？ You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B, what？
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're
cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is
nothin'
In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl
Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre
I'm down with J from Houston and I think it should be
But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck with Ice-T
$hort Dog is my OG, we been down forever
Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star
Start as blacks off the news, I weighed
'Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed away in an unreal way
They mommas' depleted
I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight
I'm on the Chitalin tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin' on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan
I wouldn't trade it for nothin', only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole south, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin's good
I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the
border
I got cousins, country cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the
border
In my country cousins
5.Holy Moly
Lyricist：Talib Kweli Greene, Elton John, Bernie Taupin
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn
My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records
Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'？
There was this one gospel record I liked like, like
Like holy moly, I might get some religion and leave you holy,
holy
Yeah, this rhyme is so fat, it's roly poly
I give you intimate details so you can get to know me
These corporate rappers like, 'Why this dude pickin' on me？'
You rap your way to the top but now it's gettin' lonely
Kids is hungry and you lookin' like a steak from Nick ＆ Tony's
But don't nobody want your jewels 'cause your shit is phony
Say word？ Your shit is real？ Damn, your shit is corny
Rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe
Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from New York
Started out skatin' for Zoo York, word
Hangin' out at The Gavin, I was very lucky
To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley
Got him on respiration, that's pre-Badu
Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo
Sometimes I feel like I'm drownin', I gotta tread water
Head above the water, I always remember headquarters
Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind focused
I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define opus
Sometimes hopeless people fill my thoughts with evil
My record so hard it broke the needle
At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don't give a fuck
though
And disrespect the legacy of Justo
What the blood claat？ No, let the blood flow
You ain't come to pay your respect, then what you come fo'？
Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss
Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard？ The cops lettin' 50 shots off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat
You are not Short, you are not Katt
You're not a player or a pimp, money stop that
Learn to master your speech and be eloquent
Rappers keep peddlin' sweets, the beats weaker than gelatin
We used to kick up dust, now we settlin'
Rest in peace to Dilla, Weldon, we can't forget you
Professor X and Proof we miss you, word
Rest in peace to Shaka, 21 gun salute
In the air like blak, blak, blak
You're still here 'cause you're livin' through me
You're like a gift God has given to me, what？
6.Eat To Live
Lyricist：Talib Kweli Greene, Weldon Irvine, Otis Jr Jackson, Tommy
Smith
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer
Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it
We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here
Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin' new, we starvin' for it
My little man go to bed so hungry
Get up, go to school with his nose runny
Come home with his nose bloody
His sister laughin', he like, 'What's so funny？'
'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
Nuttin' in the freezer, nuttin' in the fridge
Couple of 40 ounces but nuttin' for the kids
Little man know they to eat to live
But he don't wanna leave the crib
The kid who punched him in his face
House right down the street from his
He went anyway, more scared to face his moms
She'll beat him soon as she flip out seein' his face scarred
Walkin' past the dope fiends with they smoke to the place of God
Hopes and dreams pourin' out the holes in they face and arms
Little man in the face of harm if he don't eat
He need energy so when he go to school he can compete
And keep up, all he got is bodegas
But hey, he only got enough a for quarter water and a now or
later
Anyway, grandma say Jesus'll be here any day
Good, 'cause with nuttin' to eat it's gettin' hard to pray
Pray, pray, pray
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live, listen
My rhymes got nutritional value
I get it how I live, it's critical when the conditions allow you
Do you entrust the critics who doubt you？
Try to write shit about you
But they can't make a living without you
Go hungry, you gotta watch what the media feed you
And don't be a poisoned animal, eaten either
It's harder than it sound, 'cause nowadays
Put that swine in everything
The white sugar so addictive, it's pure 'caine
They got pork in the toothpaste, soda in the Sunny D
Jello brand gelatin is laced with the lecatin
In Africa, they starvin', over here the food hurt you
Cows goin' mad and the chickens crunk with bird flu
It's too ill how the food kills, it's like blue steel
Lies never set you free, but the truth will
The truth still matter, the proof is in the batter or the
pudding
You can tell we eatin' good, we gettin' fatter
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
In order to receive then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live, listen
7.In The Mood
Lyricist：Talib Kweli Greene, Brian Potter, Kanye West
Yes, welcome to the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli
Ladies, I got you in the mood for an interlude
Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered rude
But let's stop talkin' 'cause it's feelin' like an interview
I know you into me, so let me get into you
I'm always in the mood for laughin' and lovin'
And rappin' and fuckin' And passin' the dutch
And relaxin' and puffin and hittin' and duckin'
The rippin' production, these kittens ain't muffins
Just because we stuff 'em in the oven
My words drippin' off the tongue like the wax from a candle wick
Either the way I lay down the rap, they can't handle it
Cats all sappy like romantic flicks
Dude, get a clue like Colonel Mustard in the study with a
candlestick
They holdin' hands with these dudes like they goin' steady
But one glimpse and I know they ready
You already know, slipped her a note like, 'You ready to go？'
We make a getaway plan and we head for the dough
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
You messin' up my mo', my whole mood, told you, oh
Lose, eat crews like crews like soul food
The only producer that feel like fuck rappers
Only backpacker with a chip like hackers
Only Michael Richardson, only much blacker
So if he say nigger, then I'ma say cracker
Is this the Ritz？ Carlton？
Dress like, fresh, like, just like, I'm the shit
You ain't figured out what I'm about yet
Always rockin' that this ain't out yet
But this ain't 'bout that
From a city where niggers plug like outlets
Far as music go, yo, it ain't no outlets
So when I go out, niggers always out to get me in the studio
And I ain't in the mood to flow
I'm with my girl and I'm tryin' to hit the movies, yo
And they tryna act stupid, oh
In the club with Silicone Suzie
What happened to real girls like Rudy？
With real titties like Tooty
This girl got a silicone booty
And got the nerve to act moody
Now I ain't tryin' to judge like Judy
But bitch, you a man, you can't fool me
Act like 50, throw her in a pool, G
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight, break it down
Bringin' the drum, keep it funky like a stink in a slum
'Cause see they wanna breed cursin' for the things that don't
come
The speakers wrong that we rap dudes speakin' in tongues
Christmas Time, choice for what？ No we keepin' our guns
Smokin' a piff to cause a leak in your lungs
You ain't got shit to do like Friday when the weekend begun
Completely done with rap dudes, don't compete with the dumb
I spill my blood for my people, see how deep it can run？
I'm in the mood like Dante and Main Flow
Never comin' with the same flow, got it's change, yo
It's strange yo, to make yo' chain glow, that's yo' main goal
That's a facade like I'm somewhere over the rainbow
Really these cats sweeter than mangoes
Mr Bojangles-ass dudes dancin' around the club, doin' the tango
Go hard like Iverson playin' with hurt ankles
Plus wrestle the topic from a different Kurt Angle
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight, break it down
Wow, that's a nice track
8.Give 'Em Hell
Okay
This what it is now a days right
Little noises and whatnot
I got one though
Ready or not
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Word
Every Sunday dressing up catching gossip at its worst
Couldnât see the difference in the Baptist and the Catholic
Church
Caught up in the rapture of the first chapter and second verse
If we all Godâs children then whatâs the word of the
reverend worth
Taught early that faith is blind like justice when you facing
time
If we all made in Godâs image then that means his face is mine
Wait or itâs that blasphemy itâs logical it has to be
If I donât look like my father then the way I live is
bastardly
Naturally thatâs confusion to a youngân trying to follow
Christ
Taught that if you donât know Jesus then you lead a hollow
life
Never question the fact that Jesus was Jewish not a Christian
Or that Christianity was law according to politicians
Who was King James？
And why did he think it was so vital to remove chapters and make
his own version of the Bible
They say Hell is underground and Heaven is in the sky
And they say thatâs where you go when you die but how they
know
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Iâve been to many churches Iâve quoted many verses
Iâve dealt with my base self I controlled my many urges
I used to study my lessons
It was a blessing not a curse
I learned that Heaven and Hell exist right here on Earth, word
Studied with Rastafarians and learned from the dreads that Hell
is called Babylon
And thatâs where them crazy boarheads dwell
They got us thinking that Muslims like to make bombs
But real Muslims believe in paradise and the resist the Shaitan.
So it all sound the same to me
Thatâs why when they say one is right and the other is wrong
it just sound like game to me
Itâs like God skipped past the church and came to me
No that ainât vein to me
Itâs just a particular way that I came to see
The difference between those who claim to be
Religious and those that say they spiritual
And recognizing that life is full of miracles
You could see my glow in a rhyme
The poem divine âcause it coincide with a grow in the time
that those who looking for God knowin' to go inside
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup
Yo, living in mass confusion
Looking for absolution
The gas-inducing psychopath produce the last solution
Based on his interpretation of what the words were saying
Trying to get to God but ended up doing the work of Satan
Religion create the vision
Make the Muslim hate the Christian
Make the Christian hate the Jew
Make the rules of faith
That you condition to and to you gotta follow
And God forbid you go to Hell
But if you ever walked through any ghetto then you know it well
We in the third eye of the storm
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Itâs all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
Just because the lord is my shepherd donât mean I gotta be no
sheep
You feel me？
More blood is spilled over religion than anything in world
history
We saying the same thing
9.More Or Less
Lyricist：Tony Cottrell, Talib Kweli Greene, Dion Jenkins
It's all what we need
More love, less hate, more real, less fake
More grind, less wishin'
Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change
Less rushin', more vision
More franchisin', less sanitizin', more uprisin', less down
sizin'
More enterprisin', less sympathizin'
More buildin', less destroyin', more jobs, less unemployment
Let's skip the Devil, less enjoyment
More originality, less bitin' off Pac 'n' Big
More community activism, less pigs
More Blacksmith, Def Chucks, less Geffen then the rest
'Cause the West suck, they got this shit all messed up
More marijuana, less coke, more accountability
For politicians before we shoutin', let's vote
More schools, less prisons, more freestyles, less written
More serious shit and less kiddin'
More history, less mystery, more Beyonce
Less Brittany, more happiness, less misery
More victory, less losses
More workers, we all bosses, of course it's reflection
What we need
More love, less hate, more real, less fake
More grind, less wishin'
Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change
Less rushin', more vision
God bless the hood where my money always good
I can get you taken now, think I couldn't when I could
Son, I live above the rim and pay the 4 like my nigga, what？
Crack is hope, niggas wishin' y'all wish a nigga would crack a
joke
Like he wanna battle for the mic
This is Brooklyn, the planet, y'all niggas is just satellites
Revolvin' round my every word
I address the crowd like Lincoln at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
Fire marshall blockin' the door, there's a crack like choppin'
the raw
This the shit the cops stoppin' us for
This the rain of theTech and the muthafuckin' peanuts
Slice like a nip-tuck, specalizin' deep cuts
This the music that you ridin' to
Provided to you by Talib and Hi-Teck, the livest two
What we need
More love, less hate, more real, less fake
More grind, less wishin'
Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change
Less rushin', more vision
The more I put into it the less it sound like the nonsense
The more natural, the less conscious
At the same time, the more I bomb shit the less the Devil got a
grip
I'm gettin' loose, we gotta slip away the ghetto gotta get
More for a dollar, more fresh goods for purchase
Less liquor stores, less churches step lookin' like corner
stores
More rap songs to stress purpose with
Less misogyny and less curses
Let's put more depth in our verses till they left on the surface
While we stomp through the underground, the cop don't come
around
You sorta hopin' for that reflection, you sorta open
I heed the call of the chosen, I don't play with your emotions
Stop actin' so goddamn emotional
I give you these bars for free like it's promotional
This ain't no marketin' strategy
It had to be from the heart in order to be reality, reflection
What we need
More love, less hate, more real, less fake
More grind, less wishin'
Less stuntin', more fame, less talkin', more change
Less rushin', more vision
10.Stay Around
Lyricist：Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, George Brown, Cynthia Huggins,
Talib Kweli, Peter N. Phillips, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah, Kweli
Won't you stay around with me？
And please say the rhyme
'Cause these rappers think that
I'm in love with your state of mind
'Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby, won't you stay around with me？
And let my love, let my love and let my love
Now Kweli, you should rap about this, you should rap about that
Any more suggestions？ You in the back, yeah you
You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street
And never ever get your mack on please, how bout you？
I like the way you're melodic it's 'cause you capture hypnotic
Portraits and seem to make the average exotic
Probably unite, I know you getting some love
But you can't spit like a thug
And you a blow, you make a hit for the club, word
I don't like your voice, I don't like your choice of beats
It sounds like it's forced, and what was up with 'Back up offa
me'？
I ain't like that, man you should get with Hi-Tek
Now he got nice tracks, them other dudes is type wack
Yeah, people keeping it coming, I keep it bubbling
Like the heat from oven boiling the water and the hate
So they light my fire
I got a mic empire, my own label
I had to emancipate me-me like Mariah
At some point I might retire, on some bullshit
My legacy, horseshit like Mariah's
Illest flow found in the game
Soothing like the sound of the rain
It's the dude profound with the fame
I refusing to be sounding the same
Keeping the verses, deleting the curses
Defeating the purpose when the people go on strike
I'm in the street with the workers
Speaking the words from a pulpit
Like the preachers at churches
Raise my hand, all the teachers get nervous
'Cause they know I air 'em out
And they ain't even really gotta hear me out
Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior's head
Clocking like Big Ben, old school slang
Still find a way to innovate
Pete Rock got 'em feeling great, the ladies say
Won't you stay around with me？
And please say the rhyme
'Cause these rappers think that
I'm in love with your state of mind
'Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby, won't you stay around with me？
And let my love, let my love and let my love
Light the tip of the L, this heavyweight rap tipping the scale
And we never let the system prevail real picturesque, missing
the sale
Never that, it's forbidden like the candy sisters lifting the
veil
I'm still leading the pack, these cats lacking
Just because you be having a dragon don't mean you got the fire
It ain't nothing to play with, it's sacred
My pen is the paintbrush and dipping in paint plus
Truth, love, joy, anger, hatred and anguish
That's the spectrum of colors I paint with
I don't feast at the banquet
'Cause freedom is the set that I bang with
Listen the conditions in my slum village is tainted
I grew through the pavement
Like the flower the girl drew in the paper
The rules of engagement that they use, attitudes of a slave
Man got me stressed out losing my patience
The moves that I'm making across waters
Through contraband that I'm taking across borders
Information never lost in translation
Too many new words to be learned
I'm spitting fire giving third degree burns
Giving them heat stroke, hotter than rocking a P cote
Back in the days like reminiscing with Pete yo
Ladies welcome to the Kweli show, she goes
Won't you stay around with me？
And please say the rhyme
'Cause these rappers think that
I'm in love with your state of mind
'Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby, won't you stay around with me？
And let my love, let my love and let my love
Ladies and Gentleman, it's Talib Kweli
Yeah, this Ear Drum y'all
B-b-banging on your ear drum
We got the incredible Pete Rock on the track like
I like that, I like that
I want to give an extra big shout to my man Dave Dart
Holding me down as always and as usual
And his new born son, Cannon, brand new to the world
He's now down with Blacksmith
Blacksmith is the movement
Jean Grae, Strong Arm Steady gang
Talib Kweli, it's what it is, yeah
11.Hot Thing
Lyricist：William Adams, Gregg Diamond, Talib Kweli Greene, Johnny
Guitar Watson
Yeah, special dedication
I'm sending this one out to you
And you and you and you
I said to you and you and you
She cold blooded, I love how we meltin' the ice
She like the sunshine of my life
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blindin' my sight
'Cuz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, somebody like a flick, it got surprisin' twists
I write the script, the main character, your thighs and hips
Award for best supportin' role go to your eyes and lips
The way you move your body got 'em stiff like a hieroglyph
I watched you dance across the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me 'Off The Wall' like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty, my sacred duty
I will write a song, write a book, write a play, make a movie
Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
Yo, I love your country ass, I love your city sass
I love how your normal ways, you catch so pretty fast
These dudes are pretty crass, harass you in your past
I love how you snap back and get the last laugh
I love the way your crib smell like Votivo candle incense
The white voice you use on the phone when you handle business
I love it when you freaky, I love when you a lady
Rockin' door knockers from the late 80s, raisin' babies
I love her, God bless you, your body somethin' special
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No need for fashion policin' because I love your style
Whatever happen to Shanice, baby, 'I Love Your Smile？
I might be fallin' in love, should I let her know？
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Coz she instrumental to my life, to my life, to my life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
I love how we meltin' the ice
You like the sunshine of my life
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blinding my sight
'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing
And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing
Word, lemme take you by the hand
You need to tell your man, don't fight it, damn
Have you groupied out like excited fans
I promise you'll be climbin' walls like Spider-Man
Knees bucklin', you'll hit the floor when you try to stand up
So you drop it like it's hot, oh so heavy
You and me, we can leave now, we can go steady
How about we be jetty because I'm so ready
To bounce like a '64 Chevy, word
Hey, hey, hey, hey, special dedication
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
Good love, you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it, love that you like it
12.Oh My Stars
I'm freestyling, for me, myself and I
I write them on the paper til it gets sky high
I say goodbye, to all the bad things I've done
I start a new beginning, at this is how it begun
From, KRS-One to Talib Kweli
Now I'm the best superstar on BET
And MTV, better yet I'm known universally
I am the key, to being the best MC
The prophecy, the one and only
A timeless masterpiece, I ain't the least
I'm the best, cause God said so
I'm just trying to express my lyrical flow
Yo, yo
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
It feel good, it feel so damn, uh
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
It feel good, yo, yo, yo
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
Baby tell me how it feel when I always keep it real
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
Yo, now how it feel？ Yo
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal
Notes from the piano is falling out the sky
Like angels losing their wings so they see how it feel to cry
Babies have babies for the welfare coupons
Dudes on the radio rapping, them cats is lukewarm
I get up on it, spit up on it like a new born
The family structure ruptured, there's living proof like a group
home
B-Boy being a man, throw a suit on
Stepping out hotter than ？？？ when the soup's on
My son like 'Daddy, I be missing you when you gone'
I said I gotta go so I can stack chips like Lou Corn
I ask my daughter how I look, she fixed my hat so I can wear it
cool
Cause she's like 'That's what they wear in school'
Then she asked me 'Daddy, you know any superstars？'
I looked at her and said 'Stop being silly, that's what you two
are'
I say it now and I've said it before
And you can trust me on this cause I've been through it y'all
Follow your heart and you can do it dog
Baby you're a star...
All of the days...
All of the days, of my life I spent on trying to find
Yet another way to show you how, how special you are
There ain't no body, that can take that away from you
No matter what...
Even though...
[Verse 2 - Talib Kweli with Musiq Soulchild harmonising
throughout]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
And even though mummy and daddy might fight all through the
night
Argue and fuss, you a part of us that we've got to get right
I don't love you to death, cause I love you to life
And you a teenager, you might not want my advice
You might be full of spite, think you're grown, still a tyke
And say things that cut like a patient under the knife
I say this, cause I was once a teenager too
And respect for my peers is really all that I related to
But I made it through, you gonna make it too
So much I wanna say to you...
Baby you a star, that's what you are to me
You know I can tell？ Cause you a part of me
13.Listen!!!
This the year of the BlackSmith
Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go
Yeah, niggas don't listen
Back in the days we all used to listen
Now shit is so wack, nobody listen
To that real hip hop, yo, listen
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna hear you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me ya ears
Stop repentin' 'cause the ending is near
But don't 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 pause
All my confidence comes from knowin' God's Laws
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though
Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it locked, get it done, get it tight
I think I wanna feel you
But you don't really hear me though
I spit clearly so it's live outcha stereo
To your heart while it's beatin' in ya chest
When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk
To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh
So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt
Real hip hop is missin' from the shelf
Yup, it's what you felt when you listen to yaself
Only a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin'
So before you spend ya hard earned spinach
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though
Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
You love the sounds comin' out your speaker
I spit rounds like a nine millimeter
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
Get it clear, I figure it's my year
I'm everywhere makin' appearances and niggas might miss
Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
What you heard as a pro, I'm so amazing
Don't front, girl, you know it's ya favorite
New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though
Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait
Yo, don't it sound so good to you？
It's the return of the greatest, y'all
Talib Kweli, BKMC
BlackSmith is the movement, BlackSmith is the music
Whatchu ridin' for？
Whatchu livin' for？
Whatchu dyin' for？
I think I wanna feel you
Bangin' on ya eardrum, yeah
Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute
Listen
Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute
14.Nature
Lyricist：Adam Deitch, Talib Kweli Greene, Eric Krazno, Justin
Timbelake
Yeah, expect the unexpected
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street
More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast
But the people ain't got shoes for they feet or food to eat
So they hurtin' but what's for certain you can get you some heat
And over beef, you laid to rest like you was gettin' some sleep
Where the little kids get ammunition, word, you can't get no
nutrition
Or any type of suitable livin' condition
Listen, they shoot you over that paper, it's just survivalist
human nature
To put you out of your misery like euthanasia, yeah
Don't let them fool you, we ain't different than the youth in
Asia
Africa and Europe, it's a small world, we truly neighbors
If they the Third World, then who the first to get to Heaven？
I know it's hard but who does God choose to go through it, worst
Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters,
nowadays
Usually, it's his pockets
We gotta get back to what really matters, word
We gotta search our soul to find out what we're after
The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder
Mom and dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters
About the nature of the world today, the nature of the world
today
The nature of the world today, the nature of the world today
Word, don't nobody talk no more, they all text message
Drivin' and typin', not payin' attention, missin' they next exit
Dependin' on navigation, they never know where they're goin'
They're stayin' stuck in one spot, they're not growin'
I'm so over cryin', waitin' and hopin', playin' the lame game
The game changed me into 'A Different World' like Dwayne and
Wayne
I'm gettin' high just to maintain, yeah
Take my music like a drug and drop the needle in the same vein
I get a rush like I'm tweekin' off blow
Except it ain't via the nose, it's from deep in my soul
The street slang, I be speakin' in code
Kick in the do's, freakin' the flow 'til the speakers explode
We in control, the people know I speak the truth
The power of my roots is thicker than sour sop
And they so strong they bustin' out the flower pot
Family tradition is to tell 'em you love 'em
While your family livin' from granny in the kitchen
The little man in prison
We gotta get back to what really matters
We gotta search our soul to find out what we're after
The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder
Mom and dad don't forget, to warn your sons and daughters
About the nature of the world today, the nature of the world
today
The nature of the world today, the nature of the world today
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back on you
I'm just tryin' to get back to what really matters
I'm tryin' to search my soul to find out what I'm after
But the more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder
So mom and dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters
About the nature of the world today, the nature of the world
today
The nature of the world today, the nature of the world today
Yeah, it's all natural, baby
It's how we put it, yeah
Yeah, Brooklyn to Tennessee
You goin' up with me
Yeah, yeah, break it down
15.The Perfect Beat
Lyricist：Talib Kweli Greene, Bob Marley, Leo Parker, S Thorton
KRS, Talib Kweli
What ya doin'？ Throw your hands up, c'mon
BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like
Grand Concourse, whassup？
We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh, yo
So what'chu got？ 9's and tecs, you no threat
It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter
It takes heart, the lyrics been replaced with the swagger
I stay sharp enough to slash your face like a dagger
The actors been replaced with the rappers
The rappers been replaced with the actors
See how they try to stay on the beat
The pig route when he walkin' down the street to the beat
Sound of da police
What is the life of a true hip hopper, the beats
Peace love unity livin' proper with the beats
In any endeavor whatever, we will prosper with our beats
Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats
We the realest, livest, the rawest
Crack cocaine, heroin survivors with beats
We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs
Spittin' all we saw was stacks of rhymes written
Elite, way too smart for the system of course
We know a smart free black man just pisses 'em off
What they like is when we glisten and gloss
Flashin' millions but still takin' a loss
Bump the beat all in the street
Talib yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak
Word, watch me take it there, life ain't no Christmas there
Hell yeah, it's crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here
Searching for the perfect beat, I went to East Dayt'
It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release date
They try to look away, they're scared to look inside
Askin' why like a guy who look for God up in the sky
Searchin' high and low, behind the do', inside the drawer
Little did he know that the beat was tryin' to find a flow
Stuck in limbo, how low can you go？
A punched hole through your stomach lining like Tylenol
Spill all kinda roll, metaphors and similies
That'll have you doubtin' my competitor's abilities
My whole body is a spiritual facility
Rock a vest after a lyrical killing spree
The illest delivery, later for the talk we need action
Silence is golden but the violence is platinum
When you rappin 'to the beat
Boom, bap, who's, that？ KRS-One bring the beat back
The perfect beat we seek that, knowledge of mind we speak that
We don't speak weak crap over weak tracks
Move that, we speak boom bap live in the club
We can show and prove that
It ain't old school or new school, it's true school rap
Beat you 'til you're blue and black, true dat
It's beat win again, work the street
Movin' again, insert the heat
Lookin again for the perfect beat
Don't look in the book to learn to eat
Write up a hook, learn to speak
Never be shook, follow the heat
Forever they look weak
TK you must speak
Teachin' 'em how to eat to live
They cheap and their pimp is pleadin' the Fifth
Bleedin' as if they goin' to war
Every time they leavin' the crib
Sneakers and whips, police be peepin' the strip
You see 'em walkin' the beat
Hoes believin' the pimps who eatin' the shrimps
So John's walkin' the street
Lookin' for a sweet face,in each case
Tryin' to get they heartbeat racin' and the dark meat be tastin'
So delicious, my description so good to the beat
It's lifted right from the sounds
That you hear in the hood when you sleep
Bring the beat back
All that whackness, we don't need that
You gotta bring the beat back
All that whack garbage, we don't need that
Bring the beat back
All that weakness we don't need that
Selector, bring the beat back
Bring the beat back, selector, listen
Yeah, DJ Rhettmatic
Talib Kweli, hip hop
16.Soon A New Day
Lyricist：Paul Charles, Talib Kweli Greene, Otis Jr Jackson, John Mason
Here we go like, yes yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all
Ain't no sleep, y'all, to the break of dawn
5 o'clock in the morn, we keep rockin' on
The workin' people runnin' like the stop clock is on
We got it poppin' in the meat market
Chicks take a seat, park it
By the bar so they can meet the Vick
With deep pockets
And them dudes by them cars that turn 'em in to sweet objects
Of desire big rims and them tires
We finna drop it like it's heavy as hell, the clan of the cave
bear
Used to use the club to hit and drag her by the hair
Still use the club to get her a martini or a beer
Try to get her home and put the smell of sex in the air
Come through like the cable guy, get her done
That 'ole hit 'n run, turn 'em into bitter ones
Tonight it's catch me if you can, you can taste the gingerbread
Ain't nothin' like wakin' up with a stranger in your bed, nope
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Tomorrow I'll be like
'Were am I？ What's your name？
Gotta go, I'm glad you came'
But tonight you will be so fun
Maybe you're the one
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Puttin' on some Airs, king for a day
Hard to face your fears, we wear the mask like Cory McKay
You have a ball today, it's all a masquerade
Shorty, paint her face like a clown but can't take away the
frown
Found under the make up
I asked her, 'What's your passion？', answered, 'What's the
paper？'
She sleepin' they don't want her to wake up
Maybe they should realize their own beauty
Baby, you a star and not just a star on some dude's home movies
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Tomorrow I'll be like
'Were am I？ What's your name？
Gotta go, I'm glad you came'
But tonight you will be so fun
Maybe you're the one
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Yeah, steppin' out, I got my best outfit on
We gotta get it in, I'm slippin' in the darkness
Like most of the day is gone
We up all night, I wonder if you can hang
We used to hang from a tree
Now we hangin' behind the rope, we V.I.P.
We do it B.I.G., ain't no need to See I.D.
The entire scenery shrouded in mystery
Clouded with greenery, six girls to every three dudes
So you have half a chance if you ask to have a dance
The ones ready to freak off don't need no romance
They belong to the sisterhood of the traveling pants
They got them hungry eyes, you know sensual trance
At a glance the alcohol got you sexually advanced
The truth is so boring, you gotta pretend a little
The antidote's more colorful than the rainbow that end the
Skittles
In the quest to trap the cat, game is your Tinder Fiddles
To get the Bruce to say the sky's fallin'
Like your Chicken Little, come on
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Tomorrow I'll be like
'Were am I？ What's your name？
Gotta go, I'm glad you came'
But tonight you will be so fun
Maybe you're the one
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
But tonight you will be so fun
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
But tonight you will be so fun
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
Soon a new day breaks the dawn
17.Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)
Lyricist：Larissa Conner, Paul Greedus, Talib Kweli Greene, Didier
Marouani, Justin Smith
Deliver us, deliver
Deli-i-i, deliver us
(Deliver us)
And what the people say？ We wanna live it up
(Deliver)
And what the people want？ Please deliver us
(Deli-i-i, deliver us)
And what the people need？ Hey, I got that, yeah
I call these rappers Baby Seals
'Cause they club you to death
I could call em' Navy SEALs
'Cause they government feds
What become of the vets？
They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no respect
It's like a gang, it's like a club or a set
Hip hop's the new WWF
What do you rap or do you wrestle？ Niggas love to forget
We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin'
backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin' disaster
Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me
So they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker？ Is he a mad rapper？
An entertainer or the author of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit
We still waitin' for the Congress to acknowledge this
Deliver us
(What the people want？ Please deliver us)
Deliver
(We wanna live it up, please deliver us)
Deli-i-i, deliver us
(T-t-this is the, t-t-this is the, this is the hostile gospel)
Deliver us
(I'm reaching through the fire, please deliver us)
Deliver
(I'm preaching to the choir, please deliver us)
Deli-i-i, deliver us
(Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood)
(Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow)
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your paper up
You can't always just borrow and asks for favors, bruh
Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's stuff
Karma's a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin', bruh
I start a conversation based on general observation
Hip hop is not a nation, take it to population
Niggas got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan
Awaitin' trial, debatin' how the hell I got placed in this
system？
Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination？
They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement
You hear the congregation, this is the hostile gospel
The truth is hard to swallow, it'll leave you scarred tomorrow
'Keep it honest', our motto, these niggas keep it bottled
I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus
D'Amato
DJ's stickin' to vinyl like fuck Serato
Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models
Ballin' like he struck the lotto, you know who the cleanest is
A nigga keep it rich with the stitch and Greedy Geniuses
I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker pimp
Expose the game, treat it like a bitch
Smack fire out these hoes, 'cause they snitch and tap
Wires while I plead the fifth, can't trust a soul in the biz
Be careful who you eatin' with and sleepin' with
And also who you chiefin' with
You never know, they might've added in secret ingredients
Deliver us
(What the people want？ Please deliver us)
Deliver
(We wanna live it up, please deliver us)
Deli-i-i, deliver us
(T-t-this is the, t-t-this is the, this is the hostile gospel)
Deliver us
(I'm reaching through the fire, please deliver us)
Deliver
(I'm preaching to the choir, please deliver us)
Deli-i-i, deliver us
(Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood)
(Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow)
Freedom's a road that's seldom traveled, watch hell unravel
Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle
The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred
water
And not take the hand of every man who make an offer
To black kids wishin' they white kids when they close they
eyelids
Like, 'I bet they neighborhood ain't like this'
White kids wishin' they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers
It's all backwards, it's identity crisis
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us
Drug suppliers is the health care providers
Cakin' makin' narcotics outta household products
We ain't workin' out 'til we exorcise the demons that's inside
us
Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang
ourselves
Enough dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves
It's officially nigga season, these niggas is bleedin'
That's why I'm spittin' freedom, we had enough of trigger
squeezin'
Deliver us
(People wanna live it up, please deliver us)
Deliver
(We wanna live it up, please deliver us)
Deli-i-i, deliver us
(T-t-this is the, t-t-this is the, this is the hostile gospel)
Deliver us
(I'm reaching through the fire, please deliver us)
Deliver
(I'm preaching to the choir, please deliver us)
Deli-i-i, deliver us
(Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood)
(Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow)
In these trying days and times
All I need is to be free
I can't do it on my own
Lord, can You deliver me？
There are trials still to come
It's salvation that I need
So I'm reaching to the sky
Lord, can You deliver me？
Deliver us, deliver
Deli-i-i, deliver us
Deliver us, deliver
Deli-i-i, deliver us
18.Space Fruit (Interlude)
Lyricist：Ommas Keith-graham, Unknown
I just wanna say
Let me taste the fruit of your space
Oh what a, oh what a day
I just wanna play
Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay
I wanna, I wanna stay
I just wanna say
Let me taste the fruit of your space
Oh what a, oh what a day
I just wanna play
Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay
I wanna, I wanna stay
19.Go With Us
In your eardrum so furious
It ain't a game, it ain't a joke, it's so serious
The best flow period, let's go!
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
It ain't defined by any calender
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uhh
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
C'mon, Talib Kweli, Strong Arm Steady (Blacksmith)
Yeah, when I jump in the stu' with beautiful rap staff
You could bump in yo' hoopty, bump in yo' Cadillac
Blacksmith, S.A.S., real rap that
people just be seein the surface, they can't get past that
Phil Da Ag' smoke in your stash, Mitchy like klack-klack
Krondon got crack rap, I got your back back
Homie swing you better +duck+ like Aflac
Lames just, stay in your lane, the flow is HazMat
Yeah, we back for the '07, say goodbye to this '06 shit
Yeah we here for the championship
And that's exactly what we came to get
You know the name of this, organization that made you famous
It's the Strong Arm, with the long arm to throw the bomb on
the drop of the dime; we at the top of the line
Plus we on the incline, the rhymes be finer than wine
Design them in the mind, they shine like diamonds
Fresh out the coal mine, young soul, old mind
I'ma hold mine, Steady spittin cold lines
Sharpen it up, backwoods sparkin it up
These niggaz act like, what I rap like in the clutch
I mastered the dutch, Dizzle tell 'em to duck
Hitman for hire, Blacksmith put it up
Courtesy of Kweli, you got a problem with me
Phil Da Agony, Strong Arm Steady!
We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it up
We so focused bruh, go on and throw it up
The joint is broken up, we 'bout to roll it up
We 'bout to smoke it up, that's why they wanna go with us
Who wanna go with us？ She wanna go with us
She wanna go with us, they wana go with us
So let's gooo!
From L.A. to B.K., Brooklyn that is
On the black hand side, Strong Arm Steady
Blacksmith and we hear somethin
Next thing you know, we was on the road dime humpin
Earrings full of O'Shea's
Big ass chain all in the way like Ghostface
Of course all the hoes wanna go
Baby like Mitchy, hella ghetto but he heavy peddles Lambo's
And gettin snow cheap
Had a nigga out missin studio sessions, haulin from the police
But now I'm focused, and where my folks is
And when we together we mob like locusts
Crooks that hit licks that got crooks who work in big ass granny
kitchens
that we use to cook chickens
And not the ones that's finger lickin
The ones that'll have a Cali nigga ticklin switches
My guns'll make a Northern Cali run
How you think the little homie got kush zips for four hun'？
Ay don't think we changed our style
We just got more change for our style
Strong Arm Steady!
Chronic, country as cornbread, this L.A. life could be
funky as George Clinton's colorful dreads, prestigious
I'm bred from a different cloth
The walk and talk soft could cost your head
The difference you the minor we the major
No long life to be lived for the hater or the traitor
Eight out of nine of my niggaz doin time for advancin
Handlin illegal finances
This the family reunion, mixed with the holy communion
You'll never win, you're too busy consumin
Kweli, let's start up a union
Protect the real niggaz from the fakes so we ain't gotta do 'em
Yeah, this the church right across from the liquor sto'
Been on that hip-hop shit since Biz Mark' picked his nose
Under the mattress stack big as a fat chick
Steady is the gang and the label is Blacksmith, bitch!
20.Hostile Gospel (Part 2) (Deliver Me)
Deliver me oh my father
Haha, Amadea {C'mon!}
Sizzla Kalonji {Yeah, this the one right here!}
Talib Kweli
{Deliver me oh my father}
What？ What？ Yeah
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation
Die on my feet before I live on my knees lord
Deliver me from point A to B like livery
Nothin is free, you got to be a hero to save
They got you working like a slave from the crib to the grave
A minimum wage can barely keep a job for a home
A car or a phone, forget about gettin a loan
You starting to moan, your bank account is getting withdrawn
It's pitiful how we becomin slaves to things that we own
They en-slavin the brains with the whips and the chains
End up in the coffin chasing the fortune, chasing the fame
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the night, slave to the day
They hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run away
Pray for the day niggas don't get taken away
For makin a way to stop their baby's stomach aching today
I sip a whiskey straight, no chase
It's hard to take a man away from the sin when it's inside of
him
Please
{Deliver me oh my father}
Yes, yes
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
{Deliver me oh my father}
Yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation
Dance through my soul and let my days go right
He can preserve me all the days of my life
With the strength to wake through another day so bright
Oh! Kalonji, Talib
They say nothing's wrong with doing sin in your mind
I reach myself and see what's there for my kind
And look around and see, don't be acting blind
This is the birthing of us, it's just not kind
Now what's the worst thing a man could ever price
Pay his life for something he didn't do like the missing mice
Listen up, you know growing up I'll tell you something
He won't like you in the deepest of dungeon
Take away from my periods, leave me by myself
Life is like a dot com, but the blue in my eyes
Aired by your love from but your feuds are hopeless!
You got a lot of bid, that's how it went
{Deliver me oh my father}
What？ What？
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
{Deliver me oh my father}
Yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation
Plug in the mic like I'm gunnin a bike
Front if you like, I'm movin fast, my life is runnin the lights
I give my son some advice
Eyes on the prize, keep more with the one in your sight
Won't win the gunfight if you brung you a knife
I'm drawin blood from the rock and keep floodin the block
With rhymes that are sharper than the razor that be cuttin the
box
For sure I gotta move niggas with rocks in their socks
The prostitutes sellin the shit right in front of the cops
Under the street lamp, walking through the rain until our feet
damp
Single moms all line at the office because they need stamps
Your cousin out of jail, he spent his time finding God
With a felony kinda charge it's kinda hard to find a job
He gotta make a decision, the situation he's placed in
As he's gotta get that gainful employment for his probation
Otherwise he's just another part of the scenery
Just because you got out of jail, that don't mean you free
{Deliver me oh my father}
What？ What？
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
{Deliver me oh my father}
Gotta survive and sustain and that ain't right
And everywhere you go they want to give you a fight
Gotta survive and sustain and that's for sure
And every minute sees I'm coming at the bar
Oh yeah...
I got to reach out and look
And keep my seed by my side
Uh, yeah
Life's a reality
Sizzla Kalonji, Talib Kweli
21.Hush
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