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"Wack Niggaz"

"Wack Niggaz"


[Consequence:]
Yeah
Yo... let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why
This nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga
Cause number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects
With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off
Y'na'mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy
Straight up, then the bitch you got playin' shotgun
Like, I used to serve that bitch, c'mon
Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie
You wack ass nigga...

[Common:]
Wack niggas... I don't even like to be around 'em
Give 'em dap or pound 'em
See 'em out, they houndin' dawg
Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on
Sayin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm
Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn
The graphic, exposin' wack asses
I emcee as free as Ol' Dirty Bastard
You think you Catholic tryin' to appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
You couldn't be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like it's after May
Smoke a nigga then I pass to K

[Kanye West:]
The pastor say we goin' to mass today
We have to pray, these niggas is wack 'n' eh
I have to say, since Pac passed away
Most these niggas don't even deserve a track from me
First of all let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe
Y'see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay
You was with mey, she said "Who's the sissay?"
And even if they did wanna get bizzay
Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up
You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts
Motherfucka you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg
Just keep it right thurr like Chingay
Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay
Spanish girls tell ya "No hable ingle"
And everbody wanna run to me for they single
It's funny how these wack niggas need my help
Wasn't around when I couldn't feed myself
Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Dawg, if I was you I'd kill myself

[Hook - Kanye West:]
(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a
(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that
(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, is just
(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks you still
(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you's a
(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass
(Wack nigga) Even your daughter says "My daddy's a - "
(Wack nigga - You wack nigga!)

[Consequence:]
You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you
That's how you know ya flow is weak
Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed to be
You ain't ain't comin' close to me
It ain't that you underrated
It's more that you're under dated
And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated
For all your guest appearances
You couldn't get the clearances
For them it's just a check they don't respect you as a lyricist
Look at what ya lyrics is, Murder, Death, Kill
But you never shot nothin', never have, never will
Better add on to ya skills before you join this round robin
Of super emcees that'll add to ya problems

[Talib Kweli:]
In the beginnin', God created man in his own image
I'm 'bout to tell you how the story gon' finish
Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it
Cause a wiseman can choose to get ignorant with it
Na'mean - you all can get it, I'm conisdered the nicest
The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis
All day talkin' that shit like, "You hold a gat, right?"
The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right
You got it twisted, tellin' niggas that you pack heat
You ain't gunning now, you runnin' like an athlete
You ballas need to quit rhymin' like Allen I've
Start speakin' Nuwaubian and followin' Malachi
Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real
Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail
All these thug niggas wanna rap
And all these rap niggas wanna thug
And all ya'll fuckin' the game up
It's time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up
Askin' if I'm nice like fuckin' with a chick
Who don't give head - that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don't even know the names of
I'm a bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour
You wack nigga, you about to get shot
Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got boy!
Not that I'm wildin' or even promote violence
It's just you're fuckin' up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence?!

[Hook]
 
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"Wait For You"
(feat. Kendra Ross)

"Wait For You"
(feat. Kendra Ross)



Better get it while the getting is good you do what you do
No hesitation ain't no time for playing games
Go head and take all you can and grab with both hands
Do it big or they won't even know your name
While the getting is good you do what you do
No hesitation ain't no time for playing games
Go head and take all you can and grab with both hands
Do it big or they won't even know your name

What are you doing with your life your time on earth is sacred
The time you spend at your plantation is it worth the paper
Its like you working for nathan the money's circulating
Can't pay your mortgage but you buying bottles perpetrating
Chill with them threatening raps
You sound lame you a snake you made the plane with your venomous acts
They call me Gentleman Sav because I back Miss Congeniality like Benjamin Bratt
Attracting chicks like [?]
While you only deal with the bitches I deal with the realest women
And still how they feel the rhythm in they mid section
When they blessed with the child bearing hips
Softest pair of lips is when they hair get flipped
I love my culture and heritage keep me from being derelict
Invested in myself like this was Merrill Lynch
Been waiting for my second coming like I'm heaven sent
Even though I'm not your savior I grace you with my benevolence

Better get it while the getting is good you do what you do
No hesitation ain't no time for playing games
Go head and take all you can and grab with both hands
Do it big or they won't even know your name
While the getting is good you do what you do
No hesitation ain't no time for playing games
Go head and take all you can and grab with both hands
Do it big or they won't even know your name

My style is unfadeable and hater proof I'll slay the proof
I'm known to interrupt the program like late breaking news
Some say its only egg heads that I cater to
Then wait a few in order to make an omelet I gotta break a few
My plate is full i wasn't suppose to be here but I made it through
My reputation grew I left blood on the stage for you
How dare you say that my commitment is debatable
I'm married to the music you rhythm then I'm a slave to you
Commercial artist so relatable consumer appetite is insatiable
I could do what they could do easily
But then they say Kweli be seeming fake to you
Record sales ain't making you money is motivating you
The artist gotta lead I hope the fan base stay with you
The products shoddy if you rush it for the paper true
D'Angelo and Sade they take a decade or two
Keep that good music coming and they'll wait for you

Better get it while the getting is good you do what you do
No hesitation ain't no time for playing games
Go head and take all you can and grab with both hands
Do it big or they won't even know your name
While the getting is good you do what you do
No hesitation ain't no time for playing games
Go head and take all you can and grab with both hands
Do it big or they won't even know your name
 
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"Waitin' For The DJ"

"Waitin' For The DJ"


[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 tips in strip bars
Get charged, man I drop hits that hit hard
Hit bars with my brown shook cuz this starred
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 at the converse
With the Luis Vuitton purse
Tiger's eye around the wrist
With the fly and the prints
Lookin' up your arm a blender with a tatooed gift
I had to catch a plane but you make me warm as day
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 runnin' the summertime its why I said it
Guys see the flesh catch a dyed fetish
Hunnies smellin' to sweet its like I'm diabetic
On stars and the sky in seminal, dianetic
Drop the top beat up the block
On plow, now when they smoke a tree up
As shots reach the new tunes
Dogs who lose Hollerin' at the new move
Ours, I'm like the sun, the flower in full bloom
When I come out the house we complete like the number 9
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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"We Got The Beat"

"We Got The Beat"


[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 holliest 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 surpestition 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]
Don't belive 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 a planet take

[Repeat until end]
We got the beat...
 
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"We Know"
(feat. Faith Evans)

"We Know"
(feat. Faith Evans)



[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 write my lyrics to you, you the perfect instrumental
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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"What Can I Do"

"What Can I Do"


[Verse 1: Sample - Talib Kweli]
(Swim in the ocean
And thoughts remain to sail on the sea, yeah
What can I do, but what can I do)
Yo, I try to get it here, get it there, everywhere
(What can I do, but what can I do)
So I spit it clear, persevere, interfere
With the status quo the baddest flow throughout the hemisphere
There ain't no pretenders here, only real men is here
If you see a chick she down to ride like she wanna veer
Better yet the Queen of Sheba, Aretha, Queen Latifah
I'm the boss like Aneisha Reefa

[female:]
Boss? You ain't my boss? Baby
You don't run shit up in here
I don't know who the hell you think talkin to
I'm gonna take that shit and bounce
I don't know who the hell you think you are
I ain't got no boss

See I call her baby like she 3 years old
When she fully grown so these dudes is pullin' on
She in the club like a stone cover, fully blown
Speaking in the girly tone even though you got a attitude
I can't stay mad at you

[Chorus:]
(We'll have our quarrels,) word (and you will upset me,
Tell me what can I do, but what can I do)
Nothin', cause if I said that I don't need you I was frontin' so
(What can I do, but what can I do)
Nothing, every time you said you leavin' you was bluffin'

[Verse 2:]
Back in the days I had dreads like Lil Jon
And got numbers armed with nothin' but a pen and a little charm
Everything I'm saying be littered with observation
So I stand up for the dudes with limited conversation
You looking at a star, it's all in the constellation

[female:]
Haha. You ain't no star
Haha you losing your mind
I don't know who told you that shit

She tried to tie me up but she can't tie me down
She ain't never cried a tear but she cryin' now
She tried to leave me, coming back 'cause she can't forget me
I gotta be strong so she can't disrespect me

[Chorus 2:]
(We'll have our quarrels), word
(and you will upset me, tell me what can I do, but what can I do)
Uh uh uh uh yea
(What can I do, but what can I do)
Uh uh uh yea
Let's, let's go uh
Let's, let's go uh
 
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"What's Real"
(feat. Res)

"What's Real"
(feat. Res)



[Hook: Talib Kweli x4]
What's real? Do you know?
What's real? Let me show ya

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
I'mma start this story, my influence so enormous
Got that shit you love to sing along with
Like every line is the chorus
I'm born in Brooklyn like Biggie
I'm born in Brooklyn like Jordan
I'm born in Brooklyn like Tyson
You don't live this, you just a tourist
We ride or die for them corners
Fuck your private life they spy on us
When they catch us man it's like practice
For the new taxes that they try on us
Them cops are lining them coffers
Why we get shot we lying in coffins
They want my demise cause when I arrive they stop for lines so often
Nigga just stop, you might as well forfeit
We like Shia LaBeouf so lawless
Still recognize real, still recognize real
Like the car I'm driving you foreign
My diamond cut so flawless
No not Jews I'm talking bout [?] bitch
So if they after me like I'm Lauryn
I tell the feds that I'm moorish
We walking, all the girls is talking
Generally they butt fucking naked just like the Book of Mormon
We see the trees for them forest
My name ring them bells like a doorman
Y'all niggas game is so corny
That's why you grill them hoes just like Forman, boring

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Res x4]

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Paper chasing we on that grind
Reputation on the line
Crazy, borderline - pay me, on time
Crazy, borderline - pay me, on time
Crazy, borderline - pay me, on time
Explore and discover what most fear
I will never wait til the brush clear
Swear I will never get stuck here
America, fuck yea
Measure my career in dog years
My passport got them dog ears
I set sail, travelling the world like Jesus was doing in his lost years
I might give you the pill like Morpheus
I'm like the P.E. logo in the cross hairs
Standing out cause there's nothing but whores here
Pimps rock crocodile like false tears
Bring it on through your force field
I'll be giving you nothing but the raw deal
What I say on display is the purest skill
I'll be giving y'all niggas what's more real
What's more real, what's more real?
I got chicks fighting like floor sales
You gossiping bloggers all fail
Look at the yardstick measuring your tall tales
And you on all fours you small scale
All in between the legs like a dog's tail
You are what you eat, you don't want no beef
You completely vegan like all kale

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Res x6]

[Outro harmonies: Res]
 
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"Where Do We Go"
(feat. Res)

"Where Do We Go"
(feat. Res)



[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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"Where Ya Gonna Run"
(feat. Jean Grae)

"Where Ya Gonna Run"
(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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"Which Side Are You On"
(feat. Tef Poe & Kendra Ross)

"Which Side Are You On"
(feat. Tef Poe & Kendra Ross)



Which side are you on, friend? Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, friend? Which side are you on?
Justice for Mike Brown, justice for us all
Justice for Mike Brown, justice for us all
(He was a thug)

Which side are you on, boy? The silence is unappreciated
Which side are you on, my lord? I'mma go ahead and take that as disrespect
Which side are you on, boy? Silence is death, yes
Which side are you on, my lord? Get off the fence son
Get off the bench son
Which side are you on, boy? Who will stand to defend us?
Which side are you on, my lord? If you ain't with us, you against us

[Talib Kweli:]
We drawing a line in the sand
You with us or against us? Gotta decide where you stand
There's an angel and a demon inside of every man
It's completely up to you, who getting the upper hand?
I make my music for the people
Survival guide the ruthless, be confusing it with evil
When I say "the people" I don't just mean the ones that agree with me
I'm on the side of the people regardless of who they seem to be following

Which side are you on, boy? Get off the fence son
Which side are you on, my lord Get off the bench son
Which side are you on, boy? Who will stand to defend us?
Which side are you on, my lord If you ain't with us, you against us
Which side are you on, boy? Get off the fence son
Which side are you on, my lord Get off the bench son
Which side are you on, boy? Who will stand to defend us?
Which side are you on, my lord If you ain't with us, you against us

[Talib Kweli:]
Ain't none of these deaths making sense
Nothing is sacred when you suffering to pay your rent
Celebrities be making money off the powerless
They silence in the face of injustice is just cowardice
I roll with a crew that ain't never scared of the challenges
We don't wait for the tragedies, freedom is the catalyst
We don't call in the cavalry, we the leaders we waiting on
You standing up for justice, then trust us, this is your favorite song
They want us caught up in more legal drama than Law & Order
In the streets police is on trial and rappers is the court reporters
You won't be more then one of the lambs they fattening up for the slaughter
If you don't pull your weight [?] for our daughters
How a kid without a gun become a threat to cops
When they let off shots, hoping that his head will pop and that his breath will stop?
Gotta be satisfied with waiting until we get the verdict
It's just perverted, no justice for the family of the kid they murdered

[Kendra Ross:]
Today, today, who you gonna be?
Who you rollin' with?
Quit your stalling, all or nothing
Which side are you on?
Today, today, who you gonna be?
Who you rollin' with?
Pick your poison
Which side are you on?

[Tef Poe:]
Gold choppers, [?] match my eyes if they [?]
Martin on my arm, but the struggle made me more Malcolm
Demon in the smoke, kush burnin' like Ferguson
Fuck Obama and Don Lemon nigga, the nerve of them
CNN, CNN but they ain't seein' him
Tears of the tear gas, tears of the Elohim
POE the priest, hit a pig with a prison shank
God got me, copy? I ain't scared of a fuckin' tank
Glorious struggle, shout out my brother [Troy Russell?]
[?] don't put a bullet hole in my spleen
[?] in my dreams
Don't kill me for that line, conceal me or flat lines
I don't believe in no laws, I don't believe in your God
It's your block for my black freedom, put a car bomb in your heart
Black child, ain't no love in this bitch
Feed your seed and get your chopper like the government did
P-O-E

Which side are you on, boy? Get off the fence son
Which side are you on, my lord Get off the bench son
Which side are you on, boy? Who will stand to defend us?
Which side are you on, my lord If you ain't with us, you against us
Which side are you on, boy? Get off the fence son
Which side are you on, my lord Get off the bench son
Which side are you on, boy? Who will stand to defend us?
Which side are you on, my lord If you ain't with us, you against us

Mike Brown
Eric Garner
Tamir Rice
John Crawford
Kajieme Powell
Antonio Martin
And that's just last year son
 
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