Talib Kweli

[fox69]

"Back It Up"

"Back It Up"


[Verse 1]
A nigga Kweli be snapping like photographers
Black star in the constellations like Andromeda
You try to start it up
But you not hard enough
That's why your career is shorter than retarded
Club owner gave you bottles, you the shit now
This shit costing twenty dollars who the pimp now
Stop standing on the coach homie, sit down
I'm at the bar but you're chick is getting this round
They call your girlfriend a beard, need shaving
You brag about what you spend so much you need saving
You need shaking cause you buckle under pressure
You can keep fronting but nobody does it better
Yeah, I hop on any track, peep how I switch lanes
This the highway of life, check the whip game
Check the side of my neck you see the big vein
Just cause you have dragon breath don't mean you spit flames

[Chorus]
These niggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose
Gimme fifty feet homie or you too close
Personal space nigga back it up
Beep beep, back it up
Beep beep, back it up
Wait a minute

These niggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose
Gimme fifty feet homie or you too close
Personal space nigga back it up
Beep beep, back it up
Beep beep, back it up
Wait a minute

[Verse 2]
Ayo my penmanship fucking up your face like a bleamish do
Keep it banging like red and blue
The instrumental through
Killing shit, you ain't got a chance
You and your man is through
Inspiration, ran into my music like xanadu
You rolling through, with a rent a crew
And a rented crew
Ten of you, way too many dudes
Soft as betty boo
Steady you, talking all that shit
In them interviews
Annie who? shit is pitiful
I had to get at you
Spit at you, like it's Tupac at the camera
You ain't got no hammers bruh, talking streetsweepers
You a muthafucking janitor
I'm the realest nigga that you ran into
Can it bruh, the shit you spit faker than the tits on Pamela Anderson
Catch me in the Manderin, post it up
Ghetto's near you, catch a close up
I walk through any hood like respect it
Cause the flow tough, grow up
Personal space homie, back up

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Back Up Offa Me"

"Back Up Offa Me"


Yo, yo
Niggas always wanna cheak u, make sure u keepin it real niggga
Im over here doing me, you do u, come on

[(chanting) + talib kweli]

[HOOK]
(Back up offa me)ah high tec
(Back up offa me)why dont you get outta ma face
(Back up offa me)betta stay on your place
(Back up offa me)stand up !! ah how much can i take u need to jus
(Back up offa me)(Back up offa me)(Back up offa me)
(Back up offa me)i got money to make not a minuite to waste
(Back up offa me)need space what im tryna' create u need to jus
(Back up offa me)(Back up offa me)(Back up offa me)

I know he aint talkin this , this is grown men's business
Be your own man stand on your own feet
I thought we were homies, but now u coming at me acting like you dont know me
You think u do but your proberly wrong
Im surrounded by more babies than Ashanti's song
Aww baby !! i know you dont get it
Tryna' walk into ma shoes i know you won't fit in
Just coz i know you and your flow too
This mo too, and you wont get it, i dont owe you
You want high tec to do a record for you
So niggas do checkup for you,
Comfortable, coz niggas get respected for you
Get your own respect dude that aint mean it evil
Aint no crutches in no crew, my crew is crued equal
Shit was cool when we was teenagers we grown men,
You my people but
I dont need you moanin and groanin i cant feed you, i already gotta kid
Tell a nigga try to regulate some shit thats not his
Im not tryna' sign im not an artist nigga
Im jus tryna' rhyme and go the hardest nigga

[HOOK]

Radio
Suckas never play me coz i dont let em
They like a pimp, on they hoe sweat em
When i do a show i love to catch a ladies eye
Thas a paperatsie's eye i dont wanna see no lady die
Sports, entertainment, academics, business and politics
Fine hoes swollow dicks, for dollas quick
Young boys roll up in gangs like young lords
Jump off statutory rape and now your done for
What you thought that shawrty about to act a rage(nope)
Right now somebody's daughter is backstage
Its a master's label relationship and guess who told me
Its the white girl from Colarada and guess who Kobe
Try to tell you not to fall with this everytime
Thats more cobie beef than Japanese restaurants
Dont need these disease and case's ain't tryna catch nuttin'
And when they throwing pussy best believe you catchin' sum'thing

[HOOK]

[Talk]
Yeah man what he on back up offa me, nigga he think can talk about me , nahimsayin !!and i
Know nigga be talkin about me man,nahimsayin !! who u think put him on !! i put him on !!TALIB
!! KWELII
THAT WHATS BE HIS RAP NAME OR SSOMETHING LIEK THAT!!nigga's name was Henry Abernafy, thas what
His real name is
Henry Abernafy fitty first street.man he gonna get that money. i gotta book of rhymes but i
Gotta book of rhymes
Nahimsyain!! BACK UP OFF ME !! he need to back up off me.look im serious if he come round the
Block, if he come
Back round the block in my lines of ma grocery store, im tellin him right now soon as i bag his
Groceries.
U know what im sayin imma take imma take it liek a like a snape a bottle
And just crack accross his forehead and i be liek YEAH !! TALIB !! AKA HENRY ABERNAFY !! huh !!
BACK UP OFFA ME

 

[fox69]

"Bangers"
(feat. MK Asante & Halo)

"Bangers"
(feat. MK Asante & Halo)



[9th Wonder:]
When the slave masters found out they we were singing to each other to run. When they found out we were singing spirituals to run to the North. They found out we were putting messages in our songs. From 1988 – 1993, Black college enrollment went up 47%. And that was because of the music. That was beacause of … I didn’t know about … the only four black people I knew about was Harriet Tubman, Martin Luther King, well five, George Washington Carver, Booker T. Washington, and maybe Malcolm X, depending on what school you went to

[MK Asante:]
Live from the flames of Baltimore
What you call this you don’t call it war?
Tanks in my hood—no aquarium
No thanks, Nat Guard, ain’t scared of em
Buzz cuts in Humvees, hunt me, bluntly
Cuz I be the color of blunt leaves
Leavin streets redder than monthly’s
Black life, we on that month-to-month lease
So we burn this bitch
Wake up, shoot a scene like I’m Ernest Dick
My jawn, caked up, she done earned this dick
Stakes up, memoirs of an earnest kid
Unforgettable, super un-fukwitable
MK insurance, acclaim critical
No assurance even with insane visuals
Hype when they indict, slave residuals (Ha!)
And I get paid in miracles
Don’t get played, man, they aim subliminal
Behind bars, super-maxin minimals
Jump on a Nottz Raw track, wax spiritual (sheesh)
Measure my net worth in megahertz
So much death in my turf got megahertz
And I’m use to pain, I think I’m better hurt
Kurt Cobain, ngh, with death I flirt
Killadelphia, Pistolvania
Learned how to play ball with a hanger
They used to cut ya balls off when they hang ya
Balls like these so rare they endangered
Bulletproofed the Range, rarely in danger
Out ya range, dog, Mesopotamia
With my young boys rearranging our anger
Indie 500 on the system—a banger!

[HALO:]
No yolo, slime on the dolo
Jamla paramaters we bounce like Pogo
Hands down we the best no promo
Dubai, Soweto to Soho
Acapulco blueberry lemonade loco
I’m so faded can’t you tell
Get off Twitter, my nigga, you can’t spell
Embarrasing as hell, oh well, ‘nother brain fail
As I skip to my Lou, it’s gotta be the shoes
Better yet the man in the move with the grooves
Of the record needle, life is never evil
We the better people, Zulu Knievel
Still putting TV’s in your whip, huh?
Mispronouncing Maybach and shit, huh?
Chicken chop light on the sauce though
Black Jedi Nomad go where the force go

 

[fox69]

"Beautiful"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T., MeLa Machinko, Outasight)

"Beautiful"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T., MeLa Machinko, Outasight)



[Intro]
"I was diagnosed with leukemiam, May 2006, right before my 15th birthday
It made me stronger, and made me who I am today"
"In May of 2010, at age 22, I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma"
"At 42, I was diagnosed with breast cancer in March of 2010"
"I am a musician, this is the first time I've been in a studio without my horn
Last year I was diagnosed with colon cancer, but, it's in remission
Next year, my 75th birthday, I want to be here with my horn"

[Big K.R.I.T.]
No matter what the obstacle is, we fight through it
If surviving's only half the battle, we won't lose it
So have faith that better days are on the way
I lend my hand to you, whenever you need me I'll stay
I understand sometimes the world is type cloudy
But like a plane with so much to gain, we fly out it
Determination, dedication till the end
I'm there every step of the way until we win
cause I believe in prayer in God Almighty
Get them burdens off your shoulders, send them to the highest
Yeah, we can beat it, overcome the lows
Being positive is key, you believe and it shows
I spread awareness, be mindful of your health
Be here for one another so you never by yourself
One step at a time, one time for the cause
I rep it for the world, I rap it for us all

[Chorus: MeLa Machinko (Outasight)]
Don't run away from who you are
Life's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (life is beautiful)
Pick yourself back on up
Life's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (life is beautiful)

[Talib Kweli]
This the highway of life, we stay 'driven'
Then at some point, you arrive at a decision
We flying high, we weather any condition
We doing more than surviving because we living
The music feel good, yes sir it'll satisfy you
like a meal would, real good when it's going down
It's the flavor that you savor when you wait
It tastes great, compliments to the chef, he got taste
Clean your plate, play the music in front of a glass of water
Take a stale picture, see the crystals forming
The horns make me feel victorious, the keys make me feel glorious
The drums make me feel like a warrior
The track feel 'BIG', Notorious
Do it for the people feeling trapped in the corridor
Nobody know what you're going through in a day
But don't let yesterday ruin today, and they say

[Chorus]

[Outasight]
Uh, yo, they say it's all for the money, but I don't wan' believe it
I'm a man of my word, so whatever you been hearing is the truth
Flatline, polygraph, that's me
We could all use a 'break', spare of Apache
Catch me crossing items off my bucket list
cause life is good as you want it to get
I paint a different portrait with any color I find
The canvas is the world, and the brush is my mind
I don't mind stepping out my comfort zone
I think the greatest fear is the one of the unknown
But if you afraid of living and you afraid of death
Then I'm afraid you'll never take a step to the left
or the right direction, tonight's confession
I used to be scared of my own reflection
and what would really happen if I fought that vision
But the matter all along, if it's not good, it's gone

[Chorus]

[MeLa Machinko]
Life is beautiful
Don't run away from who you are, no

[Outro]
"The journey to recovery has been long and full of challenges and uncertainties
But today I'm healthy and stronger than ever
Life is beautiful"

 

[fox69]

"Beautiful Struggle"

"Beautiful Struggle"


[Sample]
This is a tear jerker

[Intro - echoes]
The revolution is here, the revolution is here people
I said it once, I'll say it twice
You gots to be ready
The revolution is inside of you
People, the revolution is here, yeah

[Hook]
The revolution's here
No one can lead you off your path
You'll try to change the world
So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah)
No one can change your ways (rock with me for a second)
No one can lead you off your path (come on)
You'll try to change the world
So please excuse me while I laugh

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Yo, I heard it's said the revolution won't be televised
But in the land of milk and honey there's a date you gotta sell it by
Otherwise it just expires and spoils
And these folks jump out the pot when the water too hot
Cause the fire boils inside
You go to church to find you some religion
And all you hear is connivin' and gossip and contradiction and
You try to vote and participate in the government
And the muh'fuckin' Democrats is actin' like Republicans
You join an organization that know black history
But ask them how they plan to make money and it's a mystery
Lookin' for the remedy but you can't see what's hurtin' you
The revolution's here, the revolution is personal
They call me the political rapper
Even after I tell 'em I don't fuck with politics
I don't even follow it
I'm on some KRS, Ice Cube, Chris Wallace shit
Main Source, De La Soul, bumpin' "2Pacalypse Now"

[Hook]
The revolution's here (yeah)
No one can lead you off your path (uh uh)
You'll try to change the world
So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha)
No one can change your ways
No one can lead you off your path (uh uh)
You'll try to change the world ('scuse me)
So please excuse me while I laugh

[Verse 2]
Yo, I speak at schools a lot cause they say I'm intelligent
No, it's cause I'm dope, if I was wack I'd be irrelevant
I'm like the dope in your tracks until your high is settled in
You leanin' to the left, the laughter's the best medicine
But the troubles you have today you just can't laugh away
Stay optimistic, thinking change is gonna come like Donny Hathaway
You have to pray, on top of that, act today
Cause opportunity shrivel away like Tom Hanks in "Cast Away"
Everybody pass away, the pastor prays, the family mournin'
Everybody act accordin' to the season that they born in (You'll try to change the world)
You fight in the streets, start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin'
In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' by the sword and
All that folks want is safety, they goin' gun crazy
The same reason Reagan was playin' war games in the '80s
The same reason I always rock dog chains on my babies
The struggle is beautiful, I'm too strong for your slavery

[Hook]
The revolution's here (yeah)
No one can lead you off your path (uh uh)
You'll try to change the world
So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha)
No one can change your ways (yeah)
No one can lead you off your path (uh uh)
You'll try to change the world ('scuse me)
So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah)
The revolution's here
No one can lead you off your path
You'll try to change the world
So please excuse me while I laugh
No one can change your ways
No one can lead you off your path
You'll try to change the world
So please excuse me while I laugh

[Outro: Talib Kweli]
It's a beautiful thing that's happenin' right now
Right now G
Yo, I'm rockin' with my man Hi-Tek on the track right now
We fightin' the good fight
The Beautiful Struggle
Yeah, let's go

(So please excuse me while I laugh)

 

[fox69]

"Before He Walked"
(feat. Nelly & Abby Dobson)

"Before He Walked"
(feat. Nelly & Abby Dobson)



[Hook:]
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music.
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music.

[Verse 1:]
I'm from a small city, but I have big dreams,
Had some good ideas, but I had better schemes
I thought the hustle way for me was etched in stones,
Until my pun to dime and name etched in stone.
My daughter's growing up, my son on his way,
They closing in on me, I feel like every day.
Music saves me, soothing like the navy,
But a lifetime of scars only sixteen bars.
So I took the vibe with me using my life,
Yep, I propose the main music my wife.
If ever need to call a nigga music's my night
And if I need to bring the girls together music's my dice.
If I degraded and I haven't even cried to,
I watch purpose prophesize about going through.
Music ain't the knowledge itself
And I'm the knowledge itself, then I acknowledge your wealth.

[Hook:]
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music.
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music.

[Verse 2:]
Music a part of me, I'm a bully,
Beating up the track with brutal lines.
The truth inside of me, rappers hit the booth and they lie to me,
I'm using the inspiration that they provide to me.
I'm redefining the space, you can call me the new geometry.
A picture of you, papa, when I google monogamy.
Now all the people who go irresponsibly
Thinking your album is trash is not the root of economy.
So you're expecting the conscious and introspect of use
Each of lyrical vestibule, let me tell you what's best for you.
My music gives you a message true or respect is due,
But music is emotion, that's lost for me intellectual.
A tree in form of a far is never heard
Amongst the sparrows and the robbers and even the ghetto birds.
You download it for free but what I create the same
Ofcourse you're nothing but a pair in making, trust me.

[Hook:]
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music.
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my life, my music.

[Verse 3:]
I was born on the afterbeat, I'm like ron for Johnson
When you reach the crossroads me and the devil have to meet
It's sort of same thing as clever on when they soar
Lower went, looking for God and cleft kept on.
Willing to the same songs but we hear them different
Serenade the death like we got a fear of living.
Having the sounds on stage cause the spirit rising,
Stop the devilish ways where clever displays the lyricism.
The songs are a natural resource of actual street stories
Attract the police forces.
Slay to the rhythm the masses that rip off us.

And he could run before he walked.

 

[fox69]

"Black Girl Pain"
(feat. Jean Grae)

"Black Girl Pain"
(feat. Jean Grae)



[Talib Kweli]
I do it for the people, I do it for the love
I do it for the poet, I do it for the thug
This is for victory, and this is for the slaughter
I do it for my mother, I do it for my daughter
Promise I'll always love ya, I love to kiss and hug ya
You and your brother should be lookin out for one another
I'm so blessed, man, y'all the reason I got up
Somebody put his hands on you I'm gettin locked up
I'm not playin, that's the prayer I'm sayin for Diani
And if I die then she'll be protected by Amani
That's her bigger brother and I love the way he love her
She a girly-girl, she love to imitate her mother
But she a Gemini, so stay on her friendly side
She'll put that look on you, it's like somebody' friend just died
My pretty black princess smell sweet like that incense
That you buy at the bookstore supporting black business
Teach her what black is; the fact is her parents are thorough
She four reading Cornrows by Camille Yarborough
I keep her hair braided, bought her a black Barbie
I keep her mind free; she ain't no black zombie
This is for Aisha, this is for Kashera
This is for Khadijah scared to look up in the mirror
I see the picture clearer thru the stain on the frame
She got a black girl name, she livin black girl pain
This is for Makeba, and for my mamacita
What's really good, ma? I'll be your promise-keeper
I see the picture clearer thru the stain on the frame
She got a black girl name, she livin black girl pain

[Hook]
My mama said life would be so hard
Growin up days as a black girl scarred
In so many ways though we've come so far
They just know the name they don't know the pain
So please hold your heads up high
Don't be ashamed of yourself know I
Will carry it forth til the day I die
They just know the name they don't know the pain black girl

[Jean Grae]
This is for Beatrice Bertha Benjamin who gave birth to
Tsidi Azeeda for Lavender Hill for Kyalisha
ALTHLONE, Mitchells Plain, Swazi girls I'm reppin for thee
Mannesburg, Guguletu where you'd just be blessed to get thru
For beauty shinin thru like the sun at the highest noon
From the top of the cable car at Table Mountain; I am you
Girls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin
For Cape Colored allied for realizing we're African
For all my cousins back home, the strength of mommy's backbone
The length of which she went for raising, sacrificing her own
The pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions
For rubber pellet scars on Auntie Elna's back I march
Fist raised caramel shinin in all our glory
For Mauritius, St, Helena; my blood is a million stories
Winnie for Joan and for Edie, for Norma, Leslie, Ndidi
For Auntie Betty, for Melanie; all the same family
Fiona, Jo Burg, complex of mixed girls
For surviving thru every lie they put into us now
The world is yours and I swear I will stand focused
Black girls, raise up your hands; the world should clap for us

[Hook]
My mama said life would be so hard
Growin up days as a black girl scarred
In so many ways though we've come so far
They just know the name they don't know the pain
So please hold your heads up high
Don't be ashamed of yourself know I
Will carry it forth til the day I die
They just know the name they don't know the pain black girl

 

[fox69]

"Boomerang"
(performed by K'Valentine featuring Cory Mo, NIKO IS & Talib Kweli)

"Boomerang"
(performed by K'Valentine featuring Cory Mo, NIKO IS & Talib Kweli)



[Hook - Cory Mo:]
Count it up, never cease, keep it movin' man
Roll it up, pass it round like a boomerang
Turn it up, real music'll never die
Quality over quantity, homie it's only right

[Verse 1 - NIKO IS:]
Been unimpressed with some of the best, but nonetheless
It's subjective, just maybe just my perspective
Colours is the collective, and wanna know somethin' son?
Under covers I could detective, hear me
A logical cool dude with a tropical pool view
The crew makin' it classic like the school flew
Shoot for the moon with a tool I shoot pool
Only fools follow rules, we make em', we create 'em
[?]
Makin' movies with music but [?] ain't Cuba man
I'm just movin' around like a boomerang
Try to look away, it's like a right hook from Sugar Ray
Dodgin' the [?]
It's magic like Earvin and [?]
I meet with big fish, boy surf and the turf
It's God and geometry, I'm observin' the Earth

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - K'Valentine:]
Yo, I get it brewin' like I'm hot water
Surprise you like they brought you food that you did not order
Some of these people won't receive you or believe you
Til a nigga outta town come in a peep you, grab a spot for you
Listenin', I'm listenin, I'm listenin'
I'm getting they attention and got all these niggas whisperin'
And all [?] that they witnessin'
They judge me on my morals and my vows but still they missin' 'em
They missin' 'em
I'm sayin' what they sayin' I just speak it different
And fuckin' with the gift [?] in the instant
Little cutie from Chicago that's an understatement
I'm the definition of a female emcee underrated
Amazing with the storytellin'
Take a nigga and upgrade him like I'm Tori Spelling
Chicken [is a?] watermelon
Cause I'm a black queen
I'm here to bring that real shit back to the rap scene

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Talib Kweli:]
Vultures of the culture, I see them eating the strange fruit
It's brain food for zombies they wash it down with a strange brew
They'll bite until they change you, hopin' you grow some fangs too
Just to remain, you gotta find you an angel
What a quiet singer I wanna thank you
A young [?] kingdom'll save you
The God particle and the cord that come from the navel
Ferocious when defendin' the home, results is fatal
Approaching the gaze wrong facing off with a face on
Sex sure to keep this safety on with the lace on
Based on my experience you niggas straight [?]
Swelter in America, stay warm, let's pray for 'em
Need to bow your head in submission
Say it to your face, no sub-dissin'
Never sell out for the cash so my money good
If money talk, my shit be tellin' everyone they should

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bright As The Stars"
(feat. Black Star)

"Bright As The Stars"
(feat. Black Star)



[Man talking:]
Haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be careful
I mean that ain't your average, garden variety
Run of the mill gangster bullshit
Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge
Just look at ya, together
You, you little black stovepipe colored nigga
You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey
The man that brought self love
To the black consciousness movement of the 1930s
And now when we speak about complexion
We move into the political perspective of where y'all comin from
Yeah, red boned, variety covered
Genie in a bottle lookin motherfucker
You are the same complexion as Malcolm X
Ooh I'm tellin you you brothers you're gonna be large
But like I said, you gotta be careful
See, cause you are tellin the truth

[Talib Kweli:]
Me and my man came out to put it down
Yeah, we bout to do it all over again
Here we go

A lotta cats like to get on the microphone and front
They say they rollin' in paper like they ran outta blunts
Tell ya how much they Soundscan in a month
If the Man tell you to jump, you do it
We never let the Man take advantage of us
You get props off the diamonds you rented
I get my props off the rhymes I invented
Cause I spoke my mind and I meant it
Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked your ass with class
And we still take it to Brooklyn when we ready to splash
Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast
I'm all ready to last, I stay hungry like I'm ready to fast
Married to the movement like I'm Betty Shabazz
The rhyme veteran
You actin real bitch right now like a lesbian thespian
Since they let me in the back I've been droppin you
I'm plugged in like Posdnuos, stay fresh and clean like hospitals
In the war the Cris' poppin, the wallet to wrist watches
You ever think the wrist is watchin you
That's why the cops is stoppin you
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere
Your cell phone transmittin radiation through your ear
Your 2-Way is way too new and obsolete next year
Navigational system show you how to get there
And you ain't think about how you got here
Do you know where you are?
What happened today? Back in the day they used to follow the stars
Spillin so much you gotta catch it in bottles and jars
And make MCs eat their words and swallow their bars
Oh my God

[Talib Kweli and background singer:]
Kweli and I'm (bright as the stars that shine)
Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine)
(That's what I'm talkin about, yeah)
Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine)
(And you notice, yo)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars)

[Mos Def:]
Uh it's me (who?) Mos, the most beautiful, plain and unusual
Black Star rockin with that hot shit you're movin to
Massively musical that creep into your tuner to
The top of the dial shit, that you don't know my style shit
It's what them Brooklyn niggas stay on foul with'
No matter what the scene is surroundin
Yo, whether I'm on the grind or loungin
I'm live and he say that I'm foundin
Must suffer all the niggas I'm down with'
This announcement gon' keep the ghetto bouncin
Where people find pleasure in measurements and ounces
Midwest, big stress is more houses
Down South slangin the twang that it's pronounced in
East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin
Black Star got the shit they all get down with'
Don't tell me you gonna seen or been around in
(Mos Def) Terror stricken on your block
I am the mucher worker with the hottest hand
I keep it cookin like pots and pans
I know that haters got their plots and scams
But they simply can't stop my clan
It's mighty Mos and super Kwa, my man
Black Star my fam
About to move on the hearts of man
Until a small heart of hearts expand
Newer day, dog start the jam
And I spit flame that spark the jam
Heavy hittin shit across the fence
In other words I'm of the wall with this
I drop heavy jewels and ornaments
To make 'em shine a little more with this

[Talib Kweli and background singer:]
Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine)
Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine)
Kweli is (bright as the stars that shine)
(I wanna hear the guitar)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine)
(Yeah, come on, yeah)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine)
(Yeah, what we do, what we do, yo)
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine)
(Yeah, Brooklyn, uh)
Keep hip hop (bright as the stars)
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
(Come on, everybody in the house tonight, yeah)
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
(Yeah, take it with me now, uh)
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
(Yeah, I'm feelin this one, come on)
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine)
(How we do it ya'll, uh)
(Bright as the stars that shine)

 

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"Broken Glass"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Broken Glass"
(feat. Pharrell)



[Pharrell] Kweli!!!
[T. Kweli] Yeah! They wasn't expecting this! that's why ya
[Pharrell] Hahaha
[T. Kweli] Gotta hope for the best and play 'em for the worst, c'mon!
[Pharrell] Muhfuckers is history!
[T. Kweli] C'mon!!

[Verse - Talib Kweli]
This the story of - Lucy In The Sky Wit Diamonds
Ask her why she crying, she wanna live, she got no time for dying
Was a science, dreams too big for a small town
She gotta get to New York and watch a door fall down
Hopped off the Greyhound, gotta make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in the playground
But cash burn quick, don't wanna have to turn trick
Ready to quit 'til she met the super pimp
Flashing his toothy smile that drove little Lucy wild
She quick to hop up on his dick straight Hoopie style
She let the fella hit but she sang she sell-a-bit [celebate]
He ain't buying that, she ain't selling it
She looking for love in all of the above
Believing videos, trying to back up all on a thug
Who wanna - put it in her, withdraw like a Citi card
But now she shake that ass for tips at the titty bar

[Chorus - Talib Kweli (Pharrell)]
Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S LOUDER!!)
Louder - than a bomb shattered in in the air (IT'S LOUDER!!)
Try to hold back your tears baby! (IT'S LOUDER!!)
Wait a second, what happens here baby? (IT'S LOUDER!!)
Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S LOUDER!!)
Louder - than a bomb shattered in in the air, yeah
(How many of y'all think you can do what we do?!)
Yeah! Wait a second (One! Two! Three! C'mon!)

[Verse - Talib Kweli]
Dreams shattered like broken glass
Press ignore it and your hopes get broken fast
You complain for the life you supposed to have
But when you try to make plans God is known to laugh
Throw a song on the phonograph, and Lucy start wilin
The trick start smiling, watch the loot start flying
The Gucci start pilling up, she live designer plush
Start lining up the coke so she could find a rush
Time's up, she's about to turn 33
Her shit started to sag, she got surgery
Now cats are used to drive past her like a Church van
Acting on thirst, 'She Wants To Move' like a N.E.R.D. fan
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like the silhouette behind the curtain

[Chorus]

[Verse - Talib Kweli]
She was a small city girl with big city dreams
Niggaz try to figure how to get up in them jeans
Put her in them scenes, get her on the team
Hit her wit the cream 'til they figured out the schemes
Now she all up in the club looking for a new love
Really like Huey Lewis looking for a new drug
Cause coke's getting old, started free basing
Graduated to crack, smack on occasion
Not catching the bus, but back at the station
Back and forth pacing, acting all impatient
Last hundred dollars, she got to 'Get By'
Now gotta make a choice, go home or get high
Mommy and daddy miss her, she left for the fame
Now what's left is the dirt that's thrown on her name
She need a ticket home if it's the right course
Instead she bought a ticket to ride the white horse

[Chorus]