Talib Kweli

[fox69]

"Drugs, Basketball & Rap"
(feat. Phil Da Agony, Planet Asia)

"Drugs, Basketball & Rap"
(feat. Phil Da Agony, Planet Asia)



[Talib Kweli]
Yea
S'what I'm talkin about
S-A-S, size ain't shit, never that
Strong Arm Steady, Talib Kweli
Yea

[Chorus: Talib Kweli - 2X]
Niggaz gettin caught in the trap
for the cash, it's the drugs basketball or the rap
theres more to us than that
We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that
You know you best to fall back
Woah

[Verse: Talib Kweli]
Woah!
I'm dealin wit, nuttin but facts, when I spit it though
You niggaz superstitious don't step on the cracks or split the poem
Candle light, flickers so bright, I feel the wick can kick a sicka flow
and spill it like a liquor store, I spit the shit to make a cripple get up and dance
I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants
I spit the shit to make a mothafucker call it a night
I spit the shit to see fuck wit C. Delores Tucker sex like
I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute
I play this well to win it, ya go to africa like dave chappelle, you finished
Cause ya prehistoric raps is borin, the number of whack rappers soarin
like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions
these niggaz meak they lyrics weak, and they beats is corporate
they try snitchin on records their mouths is leakin ???
drippin 'em ova system than, chinese water torture
rippin a series of events, more unfortunate than lemony snicket

[Chorus - 2X]

[Planet Asia]
Yea
medalliance mind, bless the mic for the gods, teach the blind
plus get a piece of mine release ya minds for each design
baby food for thought, rappas not ?? for sport
you ?? pork eatin niggaz of sort
yo yous a fuckface, burnt out loser thats always up late
planet ais the revolutionary slash nut case
a witchcraft black magic, data load up computers
a spread the message wrote to you where when I show illusions
if all y'all niggaz is killas then how ya write ya records
how'd you find the time stop lyin ya minds infected
theres only a few, and I ain't sayin niggaz don't put it down from you town
I'm talkin bout you
yea the fake dude promotin propaganda, and open on some fanna, and out right
snitchin on them cameras
planet ais, gold chain black bandanas low
steady gain click clack rang rang der dey go

[Chorus - 2X]

[Phil Da Agony]
Yea
Just a high skip and a jump
away from gettin everything that I could possibly want
and prostitutes front
get a 4 bar on the roster, scratch that
I'm talkin about a full roster of raps
monstas that rap, buzzed out ?? check the cadence of the frequency
uniquely, we strong arms strategically
easily I twist the ?? killa cali ??
back alleys burnin backwoods in danelis or
he probably wit kweli, out in BK
we make it easy for the djs, like instant replays
conversation by the buttons, I talk and touch sumpin
straight shots of the luey he flew me out to london
crunchin numbers flippin more dough, like siccisero
next thing you know we kissin ya hoe, wit out the mistletoe
strong arm steady, agony can ??, phil the rigglies
The big league niggaz is droppin indies
les go

[Chorus - 2X]

[Talib Kweli]
Talib kweli, right about now
dis what I'm feelin right about now
and I invite you all to check it out wit me
Lets go!

S'like

[2X]
niggaz gettin caught in the trap
For the cash it's the drugs basketball or the rap
theres more to us than that
We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that
you know you best to fall back
Whoa

 

[fox69]

"Eat To Live"

"Eat To Live"


[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer
Prayin for all of those who ain't got it
We gotta get it there, we gotta get it yeah
Yeah the people starvin for somethin new, we starvin for it
(My tummy hurts, I couldn't eat)
Mmmm, mmm, mmm
(Did you have fun at school today Trey?)

My little man go to bed so hungry
Get up, go to school with his nose runny, come home with his nose bloody
His sister laughin, he like "What's so funny~?"
'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
Nuttin in the freezer, nuttin in the fridge
Couple of 40 ounces but nuttin for the kids
Little man know to eat to live but he don't wanna leave the crib
The kid who punched him in his face house right down the street from his
He went anyway, more scared to face his moms
She'll beat him soon as she flip out, seein his face scarred
Walkin past the dopefiends with they smoke to the place of God
Hopes and dreams pourin out the holes in they face and arms
Little man in the face of harm if he don't eat
He need energy so when he go to school he can compete
And keep up, all he got is bodegas
But hey he only got enough a for quarter water and a Now or Later
Anyway, grandma say Jesus'll be here any day
Good - cause with nuttin to eat it's gettin hard to pray... pray...

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
In order to receive, then we need to give
We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live

[Talib Kweli]
Listen...

My rhymes got nutritional value
I get it how I live, it's critical when the conditions allow you
Do you don't trust the critics who doubt you
Try to write shit about you, but they can't make a living without you
Go hungry, you gotta watch what the media feed ya
And don't be a poisoned animal eater either
It's harder than it sound, cause nowadays, put that swine in everything
The white sugar so addictive it's pure 'caine
They got, pork in the toothpaste, soda in the Sunny D
Jello brand gelatin is laced with the lecatin
In Africa they starvin, over here the food hurt you
Cows goin mad and the chickens crunk with bird flu
It's too ill how the food kill it's like blue steel
Lies never set you free, but the truth will
The truth still matter the proof is in the batter or the pudding
You can tell we eatin good, we gettin fatter

[Chorus]

Listen...

 

[fox69]

"Echoes"
(feat. Miguel & Patrick Stump)

"Echoes"
(feat. Miguel & Patrick Stump)



[Intro - Talib Kweli:]
Like that right there
It feels so African
Got a little somethin' on my chest
Gotta get it off, gotta get it off

[Hook - Miguel and Patrick Stump:]
You say the meanest fuckin' things to me
And I pretend that I don't care
But when it's said and done and the war is won
Your words are all I hear
And they echo
And they echo
And they echo
And they echo

[Verse 1 - Talib Kweli:]
Say what you mean, mean what you say
You the meanest girl, you my Tina Fey
Like you out for pain, like you out for shame
But you pout when I call you out your name
Your words burnin' me, you're my bird of prey
When you feed your young, you regurgitate
What I heard you say and reverberate
But I'm a man, gotta show my vertebrae
I'm the kind to wait, you can come through with
You can run to it and get numb to it
Treat you like the Autobahn, just sung to it
Treat you like my favorite song and just jump to it
Girl you waste my bluff when we makin' love
Can't take it, love, you my favorite drug
You my fleur-de-lys, you disturb the peace
Cause you hurtin' me, you turned to me and said
Love is a potion that's fluent, let's keep it movin'
The only thing that's magic is moments, I'm only human
The only thing that's tragic is futures that we can ruin
I pound for couple of hours, double influence
Need a break from the words you're usin'
My love broke my Kevin Hart
Let me explain cause I see what you're doin'
Mama said, "You don't need to stay"
Papa said, "Boy you need to pray", goddamn

[Hook - Miguel and Patrick Stump:]
You say the meanest fuckin' things to me
And I pretend that I don't care
But when it's said and done and the war is won
Your words are all I hear
And they echo
And they echo
And they echo
And they echo

[Verse 2 - Talib Kweli:]
We can't internalize the things people say to us
But it make you sus, I need a break from us
I used to think your attitude was a major plus
Now the way you talk to me is like we breakin' up
Tryna get into my zone without you makin' a fuss
Like sticks and stones, your words breakin' stuff
They hittin' home, but I can take a punch
I'm your David Lynch, you're my naked lunch
I found space for us, found a place for us
Used to pray for love, used to pray for us
Would've gave you my blood but you gave it up
My heart a house for this love but you sprayed it up
You can't take a brush, comments is tangled up
In a web of emotion that's dangerous
I can't make this up, that shit is lame as fuck
I ain't a slave but I'm out here tryna make a buck
Stayin' on my hustle, I ride around and I spend it
Set it into motion like butterflies to defect it
Tryin' to pretend that the words are never effective
Seem to work for a second but never be worth the effort
I'm a man and they say I ain't s'posed to run on emotions
So I let you get away with more than you were supposed to
I kept it bottled up like a note to float in the ocean
Just stop myself, I'm explodin'

[Hook - Miguel and Patrick Stump:]
You say the meanest fuckin' things to me
And I pretend that I don't care
But when it's said and done and the war is won
Your words are all I hear
And they echo
And they echo
And they echo
And they echo

 

[fox69]

"Engine Running"
(feat. Consequence)

"Engine Running"
(feat. Consequence)



[Various samples]

[Hook:]
Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
And don't make a move unless the wartime's comin
And just wait outside and keep the engine runnin man
Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
Just wait outside and keep the engine runnin
And don't make a move unless the wartime's comin
And just wait outside and keep the engine runnin, runnin

[Verse 1: Consequence]
Man, my pops won't let me drive until the law says that I'm able
But since he fell asleep and left his keys up on the table
I figured I'd be able to snatch em without permission
And he be out cold and never find out they was missin
So I did just that and got the car up out the driveway
Then hit up Pat and we was headed toward highway
But made one stop to get some Newports and Coroners
Before we checked these chicks that we had New out and Coroner
But at the turn of corner in this bad part of town
We see this nigga Rell and he's flaggin us down
Then he walked up on the car, asked me and Pat "What's poppin?"
Then jumped in the backseat before I got the chance to lock it
Asked me if could we drop him even though we going elsewhere
But what poked from his shirt gave me concerns for my welfare
Cause even though his belt's there, the tech's on his waist
And he made us stop the car at the check-cashing place
Then threw a mask on his face like MF Doom
Cause there's enough cash in the safe to buy a new Lex soon
And his tone was rather smooth when he said, "Don't make a muscle move"
Cause 'til I get inside the only thing I wanting y'all to do is

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Top shotters got the block hotter than Jamaican sun
You taste it on your tongue, the shots is stronger than Jamaican rum
Rain and a few the apple tongue, the big ratchets, they packin em
They argue when they leavin they over cause they'll be back again
Trapped with the clackers, tonight is blacker than the pistol grip
They let off over little shit and chill for a little bit
Hop in my hoopty, gotta stop for a Lucy
Butter crunch and the dutch, grab the clutch, bump a juicy
The nigga BIG can move me cause the shit be like a movie
Plus I live in Brooklyn like the old donees and Roodie
Plus Sandra Evanesce left my cash on the dresser
Cause the ATM machine at the check casher next to
Da bodega, I pulled up in the back, a Acura runnin
The cats in the car looked like disaster was comin
Niggas buggin thinkin somethin was wrong, I played the corner
I always keep the gat like DMX in Arizona
In the corner of my cornea, I see the one time California
Slang for cops and they comin by cruisin
The niggas in the ledger pealed out
The people in the check-casher spot spilled out
On the street, their faces looking like a child has been abused
Here come this nigga with a gun lookin wild and confused
Put it together, I'm like "These niggas"
The cop shot me in the back and then I heard him say, "Freeze nigga"

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Every Ghetto"
(feat. Rapsody)

"Every Ghetto"
(feat. Rapsody)



Yeah man
So I start looking out the window
I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store
Where the fuck are you taking me?

We bout to twist it up
We bout to lift it up
We never givin' up
The startin' salary, it's hard reality
Find solidarity
We got our leaders too but where they lead us ?
Do they leave us or they see it through?
Yeah we packin' precious metals
Our shit is next level
We raise the threat level

Every ghetto, every city, like Ms. Hill
They way too used to the missed meals
Hard to concentrate, hard to sit still
Murder rate permanent place in the top 10
We live here, these hipsters drop in
You hear them barrels cockin'
They say consciousness mean a nigga ain't rugged
Until they get beat within an inch of it
Self made niggas don't get discovered
They actin' like you owe 'em somethin'
Homie I don't owe you nothin'
Fuck your beef
It's way too early in the mornin' for the hate
You ain't brushed your teeth yet nigga
And your toast ain't buttered
A perfect storm and the coast is flooded
Most discovered that my flow got 'em
You posers sound like [?] stuttered
Man I'm goin' too fast, let me slow it down

I'm good walkin' in every ghetto around the world
The hood often embrace ya when you profound with words
I say the shit they relate to, I keep it down to Earth
Other rappers sound like they hate you, them niggas sound absurd
So when they walk through the ghetto they get their chain snatched
They gotta talk to the ghetto to get their chain back
It's like an open air prison and it remain packed
Nothin' but straight facts

[Rapsody:]
Indie 5, for the people by the people
Ya-ya, giddy up, who got the juice now?
Snatch it out your kiddies cups
The shit you gave us watered down
This one's for Basquiat
They be brushin' with death, uh
Is this The Art Of War for cops?
We double-dutchin' duckin' shots
Every home ain't got a Pops
Every man ain't sellin' rocks
A different will to win here
Different from switchin' cars
They pray that we switch our bars
To a fiend from a metaphor
Worldstar, Worldstar
Lotta love and this life hard
Keep us prayin' like "oh God"
Illegally thievery think us peelin' off easily
Frustrated we hate it
That's why we scream out "nigga we made it"
It's an odd future they ain't know we was all some creators
Somethin' from nothin' was told Kings walk and man you frontin'
For the people and by the people but them over money
I'm on my Viola Davis here, workin' for justice
How you get away with murder? Be a cop and just kill us
How we supposed to not catch feelings?
Innocent lives, boy we got kids in these buildings
I'm on my Viola Davis, it's what you call a defense
For all the drama they gave us I'm spittin' Shonda Rhimes wit
Too high for you like ganja, that’s what Shonda rhyme with
I holla back in the Hamptons, you still black if you rich
Spread love ain't just the Brooklyn way, it's universal
360 and the nine lives, whoa, what a circle

We bout to live it up
We bout to give it up
We bout to twist it up
The startin' salary, it's hard reality
Find solidarity
We got our leaders too but do they leave us?
Or they lead us and they see it through?

 

[fox69]

"Every Ghetto Pt. 2"
(feat. Problem & Aloe Blacc)

"Every Ghetto Pt. 2"
(feat. Problem & Aloe Blacc)



[Aloe Blacc:]
Here in the ghetto
Everywhere
Children are killed, children are dying
In the ghetto
Yea

[Talib Kweli:]
Silence is prayer, prayer is love, love is faith, faith is service
When I'm cuttin' the strings of the puppets
That live in the ghetto, Geppettos is always nervous
They love when we clutter the gutters
And never discover our truest purpose
And praying in vanity, that's the real profanity
Not all that swears are curses
"I swear!" Play it loud like Spike Lee's father
Bangin' the drum, when we hang in the slums
The beat is knocking the odds are never even
It's far from the Garden of Eden
The starving is robbin' and theivin'
We bobbin' and weavin' the mark of the beast
Like Muhammad Ali, no you're not gonna keep me here

[Aloe Blacc:]
Here in the ghetto
Everywhere
Children are killed, children are dying
In the ghetto

[Problem:]
They only let you school 'em when you got money, drugs and guns
All up in your backpack
Got it for days when it get darker than them Aloe Blacc naps
Respect my name, I get disrespectful as back slaps
When I shoot your dog then some alley cats gon' sure clap back
Put holes in heads like snapbacks
But in that fact I don't mean this right, yes, demon fight
He lean to write, bullets hit his soul, he cling to life
That's just what I seen, but I'm tryna change it too
But stayin' aware at the same time, see that's what the change'll do to you
This money done fucked me up a tad
I could blame it on life, or the fact that I was an early dad
But fuck that, that's some cop-out shit
Sleepin' them stereotypes on some knock-out shit
Show these marks I ain't playin' no games on some lock out shit
This for them niggas that keep the work movin' when the cops out
Cause even if I'm doing right, y'all throw the tear gas up in my house
So I might as well get the bread cause the billy club gon' hit my head anyway
War time, make me innovate, cop I emulate what you demonstrate
Cause it's here

[Aloe Blacc:]
Here, in the ghetto
Everywhere
Children are killed, children are dying
In the ghetto
Here, in the ghetto
Everywhere
Children are killing and dying
In the ghetto

[Talib Kweli:]
The leaders are asking what good is a rapper? (Good question)
Well what come first, the hood or the rapper? (Good question)
When factoring the nigga factories that we trapped in
The rappin' is pretty accurate
With love, we cold-blooded assassins
In the ghettos are lingos
Children with polio sellin' smack in the grid of traffic
Killing each other for scraps, this shit is pretty graphic
Where love resides, like This American Quilt except it's a shitty fabric
Malcolm said "Make it plain" but still we getting' elaborate
The labyrinth, the towers of Babylon, the road less travelled on
We tapping into the power within, the stables rattle on
We put the saddle on, but hold a pale horse
Black on black crime is a myth they make us believe with sheer force
You can change what you wear and the effects will never wear off
The cops shot the dealer to stop and got a man off
Scientists too busy trying to reverse erectile dysfunction and hair loss
To worry about these niggas who shootin' after a stare-off

[Aloe Blacc:]
Here in the ghetto
Everywhere
Children are killed, children are dying in the ghetto
Here in the ghetto
Everywhere
Children are killing and dying in the ghetto
Everywhere
Here in the ghetto
Everywhere
Children are killing and dying in the ghetto
Yea

Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Make me wanna say
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Make me wanna say
Oooh, oooh, oooh

 

[fox69]

"Everything Man"

"Everything Man"


[Intro]
I don't, remember the first time I heard Kwe-li
I don't remember what I was doing
There were no remembered witnesses to my doings
But it seems like I've known him, forever
He who has, moved through mornings and midnights
Through, deaths and dawns
To document our bones our blood our lives
Listen, listen to his exact wings
Strumming mists from clouds
Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth
Listen to his, revolution of syllables
Scoping lightning from his pores
Keeping time, with his hurricane beat
Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, they say you can't please everybody...
Let's go~! Yeah, ay, they ain't know what that sound like

Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat

Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred
that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard
Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive?
Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky?
I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential
Only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals
But incidentally my, energy heavenly
Can he be so ill there ain't no, pill or no remedy
The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate
Make no mistake there ain't no escapin your destiny
Especially when, 'til death do us part, like wedding rings
I'll be here forever, put that on e'rything

[singers - repeat 2X]
Your everything maaaaaaaaan!

[Talib Kweli]
Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end
Your father, your brother, your lover your friend
The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain
That's right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain
My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train
All city all night I'm enjoyin the fame
I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general
In the battle between God or the Devil
I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system
I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin
This kid proficient in, every position
The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision
'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah I'm standin right here
I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air
I try to fit it in the same rhyme
But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time

[singers - repeat 2X]
Your everything maaaaaaaaan!

[Outro]
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

 

[fox69]

"Favela Love"
(feat. Seu Jorge)

"Favela Love"
(feat. Seu Jorge)



[Intro: Talib]
Uh uh, yea yea uh uh
Turn the music up, uh uh
Yea yea, yea yea, yea yea
Okay okay, we almost there
Let's go let's go, uh uh
Yea yea, yea yea, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Seu Jorge]
É tudo nosso
Conex?o Brasil, Estados Unidos
É pra chapar rapá...
Eu tenho o prazer de dizer que tou ahhh
Aqui agora para cantar para você, para balançar
Se voce quiser, pode chegar, pode dancar
Ohhhhhhhh

[Talib Kweli]
Last night I had a dream that was so real
I woke up in a cold sweat, it felt so ill
I stared into the face of an angel
tainted by the city, you ain't from this place it'll change you
Walkin by, I thought I was sly
Offered to try, at first I thought she was shy
'Til I saw this guy at the bar talkin to her reckless
She ignored him, cast a glance in my direction, started dancin to my section
... Her body flyer than a jet pilot
What a smile and the eyes like wet violets
They flutter by like the wings of the butterfly
Keep it tight, Eva Mendes in "The Other Guys"
Got me in another zone - they call her Sunshine like
"Put your mother on the phone, I ain't comin home"
Put a deposit on a place in her heart
All along she a place from the start
My favela love, man I fell in love, man I fell in love
Man I fell in love, man I fell in love
Man I, man I fell in love
Man I, man I, uh

[Chorus: Seu Jorge]
Ehhhh, a gente e' desse jeito mesmo e' diferente
Ehhhh, e' brasileiro e' swingueiro, é coracoa
Ehhhh, a gente e' que bota fe' na vida pode cre
'tamo ai' para viver para encarar
(Ehhh) A vida pro que der e vier
E' nois que ta' na fita agora pode cre
Brasil crescendo a gente ta' aí para aparecer
Se voce quiser colar com a gente, n?o tem nada n?o
A gente vai correndo junto nessa mesma uni?o
Brasil o povo de mistura raca pe' no ch?o
Objectividade na vontade de crescer

[Talib Kweli]
A feeling of panic engulfin the whole planet
Yet my words are slow dancin, my language is romantic
Vocabulary that's bustin your capillaries
My freedom'll taste sweeter than juices of blacker berries
My adversaries speak ill of my name, I'm so sick
Attack is very guerilla, my game is so pimp
Everything fall into place, it's gravitational
Profit stay in the black, the shade is so un-fadeable
Healthy relationship make your other ones better
I'm Lee Scratch Perry, they call me the upsetter
For the cheddar get the bread up
Mr. International call it the bruschetta, the spiritual newsletter
I wish you knew the arc of the story and knew your part
You're lookin into my heart or just lookin to be a part
From a boss in my prime, look how we crossin the finish line
How you tired, I stay wired like I was offered a line

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli]
Uh, uh
I don't wanna bang it or beat it, hit it or stab it
You're listenin to voodoo, I call it the black magic
You jammin up the traffic, you bubble, it don't stop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
"Pow!" That's the sound like onomatopoeia
Got me floatin when you (Rockin My Boat) like you Aaliyah
Got them African features like people out in Bahia
Mix tobacco with the reefer like you was a European
When I leave I'm gonna miss you, (Official) like Kardinal
Trust I'll come back and I'll visit for carni-val
When I come back around, take me out on the town
And you can show me how you put it down
My favela love, man I fell in love, man I fell in love
Man I fell in love, man I fell in love
Man I, man I fell in love
Man I, yea, yea yea...

[Chorus - latter half]

 

[fox69]

"Flash Gordon"

"Flash Gordon"


[Talib speaking]
Yeah
Kweli in the house
Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know?
Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh

[Verse]
Make a joy for noise until the lord people are floored
Cause the pen is mightier than the sword
Leavin' the floor
Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage
I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like a fisherman's rod
I'm on mission for God he blessed me to spit it this hard
A lot of niggas start shit but they don't finish the job
I'm like Minister Farrakhan or Africans who finished a marathon
The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn
No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on
Even if the dawn lit overhead I carry on
Like Flash Gordon the Scar on my Face is Brad Jordan
Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in
I want to cash all in
Or I start breakin' like glass jaw I put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'
Or fast forward just to catch what I said
Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on

[Chorus]
Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
In the hour of chaos
We ain't rappin' till they pay us, is that real?
We got babies
We got bills
Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel
And let it out (let it out)
Get it out (get it out)
Work it up (work it up)
Sweat it out
I don't know
If you know
My history I do it big

Like Notorious did
Get on and play like this according to kid
Gangster like knock out Ned like Little Zane slayed all on his wiz
Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six
J-Lo, yo
Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low
Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo

[Hook]
I don't know
If you know
My history you don't know me

Choke the game till it's blue like a varicose vein
And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain
And the whole shit blew up
Was it in vain?
They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein
I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane
The music got everyone crazy and who to blame
Be prepared think there'll be some ugliness up in here
End up in intensive care with the vegetables there, you know?

[Chorus]

It's the black hand bustin' the tech
Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat
Swingin' for the upper deck
It's the black man cuttin' a check
The nigger's the boss
The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws
I spit on the floor
The right hook will get at your jaw
Make the track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw
I rap through:
Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force
So I spit at all the shit that I saw
I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes
The ones who smokin' cocaine so they don't fuck up they nose
I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havana
Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera
From the land of the Alabama since the night in the Cali
Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally
Out the back of yo' Dinnali give you the skinny like Ally McBeal
It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Fly Away"

"Fly Away"


[Chorus:]
She's got a ticket I think she gonna use it
Think she gone to fly away
(Where you going?)
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made

[Spoken:] This a story we all familiar with

[Verse 1:]
Yeah we all tryin to live worry free
Pretty young things affection is like currency
Talking bout a country girl living in a city though
Searching but she get her moral compass from these videos
Girl you'll be killing and searching your faith or new tears
Courage under fire especially after a few beers
Already broke the resolution for a new year
They blushin cause they sayin it's nothing inside a few years
Until I game across this dame I used to baby sit
At the club looking for this lame she had a baby with
Wait a minute you're only 17 and she said to me
My baby gave me strength to leave the city life ain't meant for me
Father can't be bothered, I'm here to make my peace
So offered her some money but she started quoting Jay to me
I'll do you one better, I slay these niggas faithfully
I don't need you to pay for me, I just need to pray for me

[Chorus:]
She's got a ticket I think she gonna use it
Think she gone to fly away
(Where you going?)
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made

[Verse 2:]
When you call up and captain say that ain't no hero
What you really bring to the table let's keep the real dough
No matter where you're going if you don't get your mind right
First choose between two evils like this is twilight
She up in the kitchen tonight cooking the grams up...
Gotta take you to right the Peter Pan but
She gotta take it to... she got a grant...
She gotta take it to fly she had a lan and she try
She tryin to avoid the trap is like the cancer
The love and money run in the vein now she a dancer
Not the blow going in oh to keep her dancin
The high is the only escape, she like a phantom
A ghost just a sell of herself packing them pasttense
Closer to selling herself who's in the access
Ain't nothing left to shake let's break it all down
Got then sign the vein she takin all now

[Hook:]
Fly high, fly fly
Sky high, yeah
Hole up, where you're going girl
Where you're going, hole up
Where you're going girl
Where you're going, hole up
Where you're going girl
Where you're going, hole up
Where you're going, damn

[Verse 3:]
Damn, I'll found her later that she don't know who her father was
I'm like this crazy and baby ain't gotta start the kids
She never met the real... foe they try to steal the goodies
And breaking into a candy store
We all in pistols and willy wanka for soldier system
Cause when we're taking the gold and taking the coldest winter
Statistic and give me the true is pitchin
And out of youth the visionary gonna mission for new beginning
It's hard enough for you... and it's twenty block radio
It's wondering who the father of the baby is
To pay relationships to her like sound fiction out to table
And public you write a buy you and provide it with the title
Body of a woman with the eyes of a child
Driven that she could... is it now
Want the future to be write us a smile she like the...
I see and spin it that, well a fortune is by vow

[Outro:]
Hole up
I realized early that black girl is carrying universe inside their bodies
Waiting to be named whole continent
Land masses that were once connected
Flow through her arms fingers, chest, legs, stomach
Feet and head
Ghanna is her heart, her lungs charity
Her tongue I'm,.. her bones massai
Her breath Aboriginal her skin the color of Moroccan
Sand in south african sky lines
Her blue blood separates the land fro our riversand great legs
The place where we shit and drink
The place that we love and hate
Colonize and liberate
Conquer and rebuilt right and so up
Escape and imprisoned
The place where questions like if you a woman
Raise your hand will get you killed