Talib Kweli

[fox69]

"High Life"
(feat. Rubix & Bajah)

"High Life"
(feat. Rubix & Bajah)



This the part call it the beautiful love
Fit like a glove, was good, my people don't think it's good.
You know we should hold it like it's the brunch submerged
But I just surf.
I'm running the universe
But the stars won't fit in my balls, is too maggot
Is the food on my label, my plate is full of color.
I root it, I run to Vegas, share the moon with my neighbor,
Between the innovate like they like routine ginger bake it.

Move like the sun scrape, will give you five for the paper
Take you higher on the vapors.
Sign in the flavor, design of the keeper,
Executive executor direct with a new path.
Flight without navigator, now I'm a savior,
Now what would Jesus do? How you believe in Him? You don't believe in you.
I'm the idea of the animal beat it over genie and the princes's brought inconcinavle.
These MCs is eatable, way edible,
I'm fishing way dynamite, now I got a freezer full of wrappers.
Back to the ten steps ahead of you,
Incredible, give credible a credit due.
Put passion in the action, mash it on the gas
When the mothers they be maxim
Accelerate, generate, power over pentamen,
Stimulate, you simulate, you do what I incinerate.

Do it for the inner place, musical we innovate
You imitate, your ferry full of holes so you ventilate.
Damn it, never gonna say they low but we're on stage
Even if they don't want quote and the haters interbreed.

Feels like shade, you know we're feeling great,
Not a script that is ripped, this is an original spit.
Some unconventional gift who are we the turbulent
The mothers we heard it, the place, we deserving it.

I love songs, writing the right role,
Continue to fight on, I'm putting the gloves on.
Love hoes, loving this damn track, I'm loving the hand clap.

Loving it when you listen
Love will fix it's dead ash for the simpson.
Living for the drums and the slums, some of the best part,
The tour never come when it gets dark.

So I'm on outerspace, they funny like they bout to make
Booking like we're playing spades, yeah, we always fake to play.
I see to get a thing for last get it to the hate
Suck it free I'm in my space, say I'm hella this yet.
But if I get a soul in, streaking like a smart in,
Sunny in Dolores play parking.
Fly chicks sparkling, then we have to roll to the finish so I steady ol' hop in.
Hard life everywhere, tony I live with the risk,
Parallel we living it, howling on this business,
Everywhere we deeping this, and we gonna go speaking it,
Oh, it's how you licky spit.

The great debate of this army that keep forsay
Of the outfit the old man they faking communicating
News junky I'm the one that admit the job creators
The part of the conversation that started the calculations.
The flow is a thing of beauty, I'm bringing it this minute,
Drinking it like a smoothie, spinning it like a soothie.
Rappers at the sect collecting it like a souvenir
Near they're acting up and directing 'em like a movie script.
Drama, this an actual adventure,
This whole freaking sword should be against the law.
And we pretending.
And ow, I really need dimension.

[Hook:]
This the high life, high life,
High life, high life.
We living the high life, high life,
High life, high life.
Yes, I'm living the high life, high life,
High life, high life.
Cause I'm living the high life, high life.

 

[fox69]

"Hold It Now"

"Hold It Now"


Got a buzz like them George Tack,
They're still cheering like them orders left,
The air is toxic, better hold your breath,
Resurrect the music, I snatch it from close to death.
Vital signs are improving, I make it lay down,
Not to mind, is usually disrupted by devil's playground.
My rip establish the rampage is for the sport of it,
Been nice for a career, you just barely grasp at the thought of it.

Get it to the hood like a rush cart,
Support it like the shot bars and lambars,
Except they never sit and I'm never living more in the sun
Got smart ass whipped before ever ripping the damn heart.
See you fronting with your dollar store shades on,
Faking the abs sprayed on those artificial ray on
Run a set of fine you questify like ray don
Shung when inform life voultron of young ray quan.
Mix in a bit of care rest one a cute tip,
Rock him some of that ice cube, now who's this
No one as gifted as this, so magnificent,
Classicly consistent the nasty as black licorice.

Coldest, but I get the room hotter than bedroom yoga,
Seen the show, you know I make the people move like individ, you notice?
I'm focused, I'm like Moses when the mic is on
That's why these rappers gather like rooches when the light is on.

[Hook:]
Hold it now, I hold it down,
I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around.
You know the voice and you know the sound,
I rip the microphone and then I throw it down.
Hold it now, I hold it down,
I'm staying where I'm at, you better go around.
You know the voice and you know the sound,
I rip the microphone and then I throw it down

 

[fox69]

"Holy Moly"

"Holy Moly"


[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, as a kid growin up in Brooklyn, my pops was a DJ
He had a bunch of records - funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul
There was this one gospel record I liked like, like

Like holy moly, I might get some religion and leave you holy holy
Yeah, this rhyme is so fat it's roly poly
I give you intimate details so you can get to know me
These corporate rappers like "Why this dude pickin on me?"
You rap your way to the top, but now it's gettin lonely
Kids is hungry and you lookin like a steak from Nick & Tony's
But don't nobody want your jewels, cause your shit is phony
Say word? Your shit is real~?! Damn, your shit is corny
My rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe
Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from NEWWW YAWK
Started out skatin for Zoo York
Word hangin out at The Gavin, I was very lucky
To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley
Got him on "Respiration", that's pre-Badu
Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo
Sometimes I feel like I'm drownin I gotta tread water
Head above the water I always remember Headquarters
Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind focused
I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define opus
Sometimes hopeless people, fill my thoughts with evil
My record so hard it broke the needle
At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don't give a fuck though
And disrespect the legacy of Justo
What the blood claat? No, let the blood flow
You ain't come to pay your respect, then what you come fo'?
Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss
Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard? The cops lettin 50 shots off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat
You are not Short, you are not Katt
You're not a player or a pimp, money stop that
Learn to master your speech and be eloquent
Rappers keep peddlin sweets, the beats weaker than gelatin
We used to kick up dust, now we settlin
Rest in peace to Dilla, Weldon, we can't forget you
Professor X and, Proof we miss you, word
Rest in peace to Shaka, twenty one gun salute
In the air like "BLAKA BLAKA BLAKA"
You're still here cause you're livin through me
You're like a gift God has given to me
Uh, uh, uh, what?

 

[fox69]

"Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)"

"Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)"


[Intro: singers (Talib)]
Deliver us, deliver us (Yeah)
Deliver us, deliver us (What? Yeah)

[Talib Kweli]
And what the people say? We wanna live it up
And what the people want? Please deliver us
And what the people need? Hey...
I got that, yeah

[Talib Kweli]
I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds
What become of the vets? They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang it's like a club or a set
Hip-Hop's the new WWF
What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget
We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin disaster
Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?
An entertainer or the author of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit
We still waitin for the Congress to acknowledge this~!

[Chorus: Talib Kweli & singers in the background]
What the people want? Please deliver us
We wanna live it up, please deliver us
Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire - please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir - please deliver us
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow

[Talib Kweli]
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your paper up
You can't always just borrow and asks for favors bruh
Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's stuff
Karma's a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin bruh
I start a conversation based on general observation
Hip-Hop is not a nation, take it to population
Niggaz got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan
Awaitin trial debatin how the hell I got placed in this system
Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination?
They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement
You hear the congregation; this is the hostile gospel
The truth is hard to swallow it'll leave you scarred tomorrow
Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled
I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
DJs stickin to vinyl like "Fuck Serato"
Suppliers who ride around the block, in the custom models
Ballin like the struck the lotto you know who the cleanest is
A nigga keep it reeich with the stitch and greedy geniuses
I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker pimp
Expose the game, treat it like a bitch
Smack fire out these hoes, cause they snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth
You can't trust a soul in the biz, so be careful who you eatin with
and sleepin with and also who you chiefin with
You never know they might've added in secret ingredients

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli]
Freedom's a road that's seldom traveled, watch hell unravel
Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle
The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water
And not take the hand of every man who make a offer
To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids
Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this"
White kids wishin they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers
It's all backwards it's identity crisis
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us
Drug suppliers is the health care providers
We cakin, makin narcotics outta household products
We ain't workin out 'til we exorcise the demons that's inside us
Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves
Enough dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves
It's officially nigga season, these niggaz is bleedin
That's why I'm spittin freedom we had enough of trigger squeezin

[Chorus]

[Outro: singer]
In these tryin days and times
All I need is to be free
I can't do it on my own
Lord can you deliver me?
There are trials still to come
It's salvation that I need
So I'm reachin to the sky
Lord can you deliver me?
Deliver us...
Deliver us, yeah
Deliver us, ohhhhhhhhhh
Oh, deliver us
Deliver us
Ohhhhh Deliver us yes
Deliver us, deliver us, deliver us
Yeah yeah yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh... [ad libs to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Hot Thing"
(feat. Will.I.Am)

"Hot Thing"
(feat. Will.I.Am)



Yeah
Special dedication
I'm sending this one out to you and you and you and you
I said to you and you and you

[Verse 1]
She cold blooded
I love how we meltin' the ice
She like the sunshine of my life
Cuz all I see is a (hot thing)
You're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blinding my sight
Cuz all I see is a "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
Word, somebody like a flick
It got surprisin' twists
I write the script
The main character - your thighs and hips
Award for best supporting role go to your eyes and lips
The way you move your body got 'em stiff like a hieroglyph
I watched you dance across the floor to the title track
You 'bout to get me "Off The Wall" like you Michael Jack'
I make a scribe in your beauty my sacred duty
I will write a song, write a book, write a play, make a movie

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Good love you a sexy thing
And all I'm sayin' is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it
Love that you like it

[Verse 2]
Yo, I love your country ass
I love your city sass
I love how your normal ways; you catch on pretty fast
These dudes are pretty crass
Harass you in your past
I love how you snap back and get the last laugh
I love the way your crib smell like Votivo candle incense
The white voice you use on the phone when you handle business
I love it when you freaky
I love when you a lady
Rockin' door knockers from the late 80s, raisin' babies
I love her; god bless you
Your body somethin' special
I love to play connect the dots with your facial freckles
No need for fashion policin' because I love your style
Whatever happen to Shenice, baby I love your smile?
I might be fallin' in love, should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
Cuz she instrumental to my life

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I love how we meltin' the ice
You like the sunshine of my life
Cuz all I see is a (hot thing)
You're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at night
So bright that you blinding my sight
Cuz all I see is a "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
And you're my "hot thing"
Word, lemme take you by the hand
You need to tell your man "Don't fight it, damn"
Have you groupied out like excited fans
I promise you'll be climbing walls like Spider-Man
Knees buckling you'll hit the floor when you try to stand (up)
So you drop it like it's hot - oh so heavy
You and me we can leave now - we can go steady
How about we be jetty cuz I'm so ready to bounce like a '64 Chevy

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"How You Love Me"
(feat. Blaq Toven)

"How You Love Me"
(feat. Blaq Toven)



[Intro]
I hear footsteps, in the dark
Feel like I'm goin fuckin crazy

[Chorus: Blaq Toven]
Every day since we first met
Can't even eat a bit
I can't seem to think straight
When I think about how you love me
Everyday is like a holiday
Something like Christmas Eve
My worst day is carefree
When I think about how you love me

[Talib Kweli]
When are we gonna grow up?
Why do I love you so much we so touched?
Excited by the drama we like when it show up
The fightin don't slow up, I light you like close ups
And I call you my Calamity Jane, you like my fantasy
Love cause the same chemical reaction in the brain as insanity
Holidays drinkin wit'cha family... passionate folks
Imagine if they had they own reality show - actually no
Desire's like fire; quit playin or get burned
or give it away on camera like Montana Fishburne
Our presence is a gift, a gift is our present
Breakup text call her a bitch under my breath
And then the makeup sex she forgive me in a session
I know she love me, she sendin a mixed message though

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli]
You need a chick with some fire
I mean unless you want a wife cold as ice
Livin life with the biggest debutante
Me and you we considered the upper echelon
The only one I come out my fitted for in a restaurant
You can get it huh; remember I was takin your digits
Same night I was makin the visit
Make it the mission to make you cum
When we done sometimes you hate to admit it
You a little numb from the toys
and love the noise that you make when you run from the boys
and comfort your man, insane how we go so crazy with it
This the asylum, so we call relationships committed
You ain't a bird I ain't them others guys that get lost in the name
You the butterfly, and I'm the moth to your flame
Love is dying while the mother's cryin
Big brother eyein me imposin their reality to Shutter Island

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli]
Our love is like a Psycho or a trilogy, the drama is killin me
I'm grown but the little boy is still in me
We discuss monogamy polygamy, the I's the probability
Your momma ain't feelin me, it stung like a killer bee
How far from the tree do the apple fall?
The things I said - was it how I felt, was it the alcohol?
Or do I really hate her after all?
I apologize for the statements that I made to her
First I swallowed my pride, then I ate my words
I tried to pass it off acted like it was nothin
The fact is I was discoverin my appetite for destruction
Everything else is bland once you tasted filet mignon
When I'm full I'm takin you home, you a plate for later on
I'll eat it up... or beat it up
Til your love runneth over, yo I need a cup

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Human Mic"

"Human Mic"


I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit
Who graduated from stabbing and grabbing a biscuit
It's sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
When it's no power go sour,
I seen him crossing a bridge by the masses,
Covered in the ashes of both towers.
Made in New York and the way that we talk
Make him an offer than you can't confuse
Come back later on after you've thought it over
Look out for shooters that we're popping up at the opera
The popular, adore his pain for the sins of the God father.
Popular music got 'em confused with killers and artists
I kill it the hardest. Competition dearly departed.
They feeling some sort of way 'cause my flow revealing the garbage
I'm making 'em throw it up. You just making the people vomit.
When it comes to this rhymin' I'm a legend like too common,
Or the Chupacabra, the way I move it together it's how I knot 'em.
Make them acclaim my cover, you adapt the way you shot it,
The Amarretta, you're sweet as a girly drink,
Throw it back, coniac, I'm the best, you know that
You can have your own opinion, but not your own facts.
On track as the most prolific ever, the most consistently,
Vicious, New York can rip you, be ripping it like a shread
Some symphony hall shit, getting higher than your faucet,
Getting better. Drop a pearl every jam like Eddie Vedder.
Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors
That never seen their reflection when they're walking past mirrors.
They got bitten and now they're smitting with the taste of blood and ticking
They taking enough drugs for the sleeping and keeping it fucking and make it up.
Raise the bar and the waiters up,
Others hating, just confused, undergo the way to luck.
The eyes are the window to the souls and my shades is up,
Advocate for artists, regardless cause I got faith in us.
For the worthless who don't get paid enough
Take the bus, hands way too rough for the paper cuts.
As far as they're concerned from on the table on the way to love
Take a slump, feel it to raise a child, you got to raise it up.
Raise it up, raise it up, raise it up, take it up, take it up.

 

[fox69]

"I Try"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)

"I Try"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)



[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, yeah
New Talib Kweli
Yeah, you know what it is
Come on, come on, yeah
Hey yo *repeats*

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try (that's all we can do)
I try, you know I try
I try, I try (yeah)
I try, you know I try

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
K. West! Kweli!
Got searched on the plane, Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin' hurt like the pain and torture
Daughters of the dust lookin' for a vein
Something to take in vain like the Lord's name
Put your hands together, got 'em all sayin'

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try
I try, you know I try
I try, I try
I try, you know I try

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Yo, it's all ghetto in gear higher, the floor settle
More metal for beef that we don't let the law settle
I try to navigate the treacherous waters of
America's ghettos that set up the slaughteres
But there's more of us
Although we speak in different languages
We all pretty familiar with what anger is
Young and dangerous, ??
Get up on some gangsta shit
Guns to bang ya wit'
And we put it on records to entertain ya wit'
I'm grown with pains way deeper than Mike Seavers
Our uniforms is white sneakers and white T-shirts
On top of wife beaters
We like to light reefers
The 'hood need us for rappers, just ain't the right leaders
I put a lot into it
This is my product and I gotta move it
Stop the industry but you can't stop the music

[Interlude: Mary J. Blige]
An upside down kingdom where life is just not fair (upside down kingdom)
Some many sufferin' cuz deep inside they're scared (so scared)
Fear pumped into their veins to keep them from their destiny
Where would they be if you and I don't care?

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yo, the things I'm seein' on the news is insane
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Three years old, eatin' ketchup and mustard, cryin for help
Tryin' to bring your struggle to life
The label want a song about a bubbly life
I have trouble tryin' to write some shit
To BANG in the club through the night
When people suffer tonight
Lord knows I try

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try

[Interlude: Talib Kweli]
Life is a beautiful struggle
People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle
Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle
Some people put it all together, make it fit like a puzzle
Come on, say it now
Life is a beautiful struggle
People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle
Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle
Some people put it all together, yeah

[Outro: Mary J. Blige]
I try, I try, you know I try
I try, oh Lord I try
Everyday I

[Mary J. Bliges harmonizes with the beat]

Upside down kingdom
Oh, they're so scared
Everyday on the news we can't look around with
something somewhere
I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try
Lord knows, Lord knows we try
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"I'm On One"

"I'm On One"


Yeah
No sleep til Brooklyn
Khrysis on the board with the heat son
Kweli
Yeah
Let's get em

Son
Come on son
Yuh yeah I'm on one
Son
Come on son
I I I'm on one
Son
Come on son
Yuh yeah I'm on one
Son
Come on son

This that crack must be what you using if you challenge me
You sniffing on that white girl the Valerie's the Natalie's the Mallory's
Got you sweating like you losing calories
Battle me? You confuse illusion with reality
Back up off me you had your glory
Man I never seen a sadder story
Blame yourself you mad at me you mad at Cory
I left the maze you still the white mice in the laboratory
Don't test the brain son I'm quite nice at Scattergories
Metaphors and allegories speaking at your colleges
Pathologies I keepin gettin promises I promised this
The rhyme'll leave you bloody as first responders get
You hear em coming with the sirens and titans like Kurt Vonnegut
The appetite for dominance rival that of the Ottoman
Phenomenon I'll eat you after dark like this was Ramadan
Ain't no patience for the wack MC
This ain't World Star homie this VladTV

Stop posing for the camera I'm showing all you amateurs
Life is a bitch its how you handle her
You let the chips drop let em fall where they may
This an everyday struggle like Notorious say

Son
Come on son
Yuh yeah I'm on one
Come on son
I I I

I got the recipe for rest in peace
I never ran but I'm looking so presidential
I still command you to arrest the chief rebellion is my specialty
While the mad cows convince you to they rest in beef
I lay this game without a referee so there ain't no official
So even Too Short couldn't blow the whistle
Oh yeah I flow a little you might a heard of me
Producers got restraining orders I murder beats
State of emergency like Dudus Coke you hate it but you love it though
We smoke roll one up a double dutch but I ain't jumping rope
My gutter flow ice cold like the love below
Bring the hood right into your bungalow
Teach you how to start ironically bionic Lee Majors
Now you can do us a favor and stop your hoonish behavior
You rudest Judas who was an intruder truly a hater
Stab your neighbor in the back you'll do anything to be famous

Stop posing for the camera I'm showing all you amateurs
Life is a bitch its how you handle her
You let the chips drop let em fall where they may
This an everyday struggle like Notorious say

Son
Come on son
Yuh yeah I'm on one
Come on son
Yuh yeah I'm on one

[Adlibs out ]

 

[fox69]

"In The Mood"
(feat. Kanye West, Roy Ayers)

"In The Mood"
(feat. Kanye West, Roy Ayers)



[Talib Kweli]
Yes, welcome to the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli

Ladies...

I got you in the mood, for an interlude,
Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered rude,
But let's stop talkin, cause it's feelin like an interview,
I know you into me, so, let me get into you,
I'm always in the mood for laughin and lovin and rappin and (fuckin),
And passin the dutch and relaxin and puffin and hittin and duckin,
The rippin production, these kittens ain't muffins,
Just because we stuff 'em in the oven,
My words drippin off the tongue like the wax from a candle wick,
Ill the way I lay down the rap, they can't handle it,
Cats all sappy like romantic flicks, dude, get a clue,
Like Colonel Mustard in the study with a candlestick,
They holdin hands with these dudes like they goin steady,
But, one glimpse and I know they ready, you already know,
Slipped her a note like, 'you ready to go?'
We make a getaway plan and we head for the do'!

[Chorus x2]
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars,
Navigate through the truly bizarre,
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life,
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight,

[Kanye]
You messin up my mo', my whole mood, told you, oh,
Lose, eat crews like crews like soulfood,
The only producer that feel like "fuck rappers!"
Only backpacker with a chip like hackers,
Only Michael Richardson, only much blacker,
So if he say nigger, then I'ma say (cracker),
Is this the Ritz? Carlton? Dress like, fresh, like, just like..
I'm the shit (Uggh)
You ain't figured out what I'm about yet,
Always rockin that 'this ain't out yet',
But this ain't 'bout that,
From a city where niggers plug like outlets,
Far as music go yo, it ain't no outlets, so,
When I go out, niggers always out to get me in the studio,
And I ain't in the mood to flow,
I'm with my girl and I'm tryin to hit the movies yo,
And they tryna act stupid, oh!
In the club with Silicone Suzie,
What happened to real girls like Rudy?
With real titties like Tooty,
This girl got a silicone booty!
And got the nerve to act moody!
Now I ain't tryin to judge like Judy,
But bitch you a man, you can't fool me!
Act like Fifty, throw her in a pool G...

[Chorus x2]
[Talib:] Break it down

Bringin the drum, keep it funky like a stink in a slum,
'Cause see they wanna breed cursin for the things that don't come
The speakers wrong that we rap dudes speakin in tongues
Christmas time choice for what? No we keepin our guns
Smokin a piff to cause a leak in your lungs,
You ain't got shit to do like Friday when the weekend begun,
Completely done with rap dudes - don't compete with the dumb,
I spill my blood for my people, see how deep it can run?
I'm in the mood like Dante and Main Flow,
Never comin with the same flow, got it's change, yo
It's strange yo, to make yo chain glow, that's yo main goal
That's a facade like I'm somewhere over the rainbow
Really these cats sweeter than mangoes, Mr Bojangles-ass dudes,
Dancin around the club, doin the tango,
Go hard like Iverson playin with hurt ankles,
Plus, wrestle the topic from a different Kurt Angle!

[Chorus x2]

[Roy Ayers] Wow, that's a nice track!