Talib Kweli

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Two & Two

Talib Kweli none none none [Chorus] They wanna know...

Drugs, Basketball & Rap

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Give ‘Em Hell

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Soon The New Day

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Eat To Live

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Holy Moly

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Country Cousins

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Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)

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NY Weather Report

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Everything Man

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7:30

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Two & Two

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Where Ya Gonna Run

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Roll Off Me

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The Beast

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Supreme Supreme

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Flash Gordon

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Ms. Hill

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Fly That Knot

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Who Got It

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Drugs, Basketball & Rap

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Right About Now

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Beautiful Struggle

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Never Been In Love

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Black Girl Pain

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Ghetto Snow

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We Got The Beat

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Around My Way

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I Try

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A Game

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We Know

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Broken Glass

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Back Up Offa Me

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Going Hard

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Won’t You Stay

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Stand To The Side

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Where Do We Go

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The Proud

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Put It In The Air

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Guerilla Monsoon Rap

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Talk To You (Lil’ Darlin’)

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Waitin’ For The DJ

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Gun Music

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Shock Body

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Get By

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Won’t You Stay

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Where Do We Go

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Waitin’ For The Dj

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Too Late

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The Proud

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Talk To You (lil’ Darlin’)

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Shock Body

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Put It In The Air

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Manifesto

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Love Language

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Keynote Speaker

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Joy

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Gun Music

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Guerrilla Monsoon Rap

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Good To You

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Get By

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Beautiful Struggle

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Two & Two

[Chorus]
They wanna know (All you have to do)
know how I do
Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
Why you playing, why you playing?
I be going like two and two
With some hot shit ready to spit for you
With the songs that you love just to get you through[Verse 1]
Back in effect
I’m back to collect
Got the respect
Which will turn into the cash or a check
You can, pay me in fear, you can pay me with love
You can, pay me in tears or you can pay me in blood
Spray me with slugs, and the revolution live, I never die in vain
The writer might be dead but the piece remain on the train (yea)
The music help you be true to yourself, accumulate wealth
So what I spit is the embodiment I do for self
As a teen it was kinda hard to find a job
I took over my writer’s bloc and ran it like a spot
I’m Pimp C in this game nigga, I’m a hard
But I’m never feasting on it, keep speaking on it God
That’s what they say when I’m building, I keep my dialogue street
But still spiritual like we deep inside a mosque
Or the sin of God that don’t preach or go where the sinners are
And keep the fire burning like a slum lord in the Bronx[Chorus]
Of course I will ‘cuz you know how I do
Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
I be going like two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the songs that you love just to get you through
Ma[Verse 2]
Rhyme writer from nine to five
It’s the 25 to lifers with the balance of the acrobatic high wires
The pain of the slave with his back feeling like fire
‘Cuz the whip talking to his ass like Knight Rider
Most of these rappers now days be sounding like liars
Got visions of guns in they head like the Pied Piper
When I bust they start to disappear like my lighters
‘Cuz they shit is faker than the dreads on Mikah Phifer
The industry is in trouble
Plus these industry niggaz is fake, so they tend to be in a bubble
So I hit the block where they’re known to thicken the plot
Sticking up cops, kids be pocket-picking they Glocks (my man)
Balling outta control, don’t be forgetting that niggaz is broker than dishes at a Greek wedding
They might try to run up on you, take your life quick
It’s like this when you walk the strip up on the night shift[Chorus]
Let ’em know
Of course I will ‘cuz you know how I do
Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
I be going like two & two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the songs that you love to get you through
Ma[Verse 3]
This right here the bare essentials with no extras y’all
I kept it raw from the school of thought where less is more
Brooklyn is cooking and I blessed it with the special sauce
I got the soul of a prophet and never take a loss
Fresher than kicks out the box, the kids on the block
That is street hungry trying to get that sweet honey out the rock
Crack in the socks when they click the row thicker than sour sop
Listening to my black power rock
Music, of this hip hop we be rock to it
I’m a river, you a valley, watch me run right through it
You wanna learn how to do it, tell the truth in your single first
Lil’ Kim went to jail for what you do in every single verse (free Lil’ Kim)
Lyrics is perjury, your beats is more plastic than surgery
And we in the United States of emergency
One of the main reasons none of you lames worry me
Is I change lanes like a changed plane that change currency[Chorus]
They wanna know, tell them (All you have to do is call me)
of course I will ‘cuz you know how I do
Maybe you don’t (All you have to do is call me… call me)
I be going like two and two
With some more hot shit ready to spit for you
With the songs that you love to get you through
Ma[Ad-libs…]

Drugs, Basketball & Rap

[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

Give ‘Em Hell

[Intro]
Okay
This what it is now a days right
Little noises and whatnot
I got one though
Ready or not[Chorus]
It’s all going to (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Word[Verse 1]
Every Sunday dressing up catching gossip at its worst
Couldn’t see the difference in the Baptist and the Catholic Church
Caught up in the rapture of the first chapter and second verse
If we all God’s children then what’s the word of the reverend worth
Taught early that faith is blind like justice when you facing time
If we all made in God’s image then that means his face is mine
Wait or it’s that blasphemy it’s logical it has to be
If I don’t look like my father then the way I live is bastardly
Naturally that’s confusion to a young’n trying to follow Christ
Taught that if you don’t know Jesus then you lead a hollow life
Never question the fact that Jesus was Jewish not a Christian
Or that Christianity was law according to politicians
Who was King James?
And why did he think it was so vital to remove chapters and make his own
version of the Bible
They say Hell is underground and Heaven is in the sky
And they say that’s where you go when you die but how they know[Chorus]
It’s all going to (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)[Verse 2]
I’ve been to many churches I’ve quoted many verses
I’ve dealt with my base self I controlled my many urges
I used to study my lessons
It was a blessing not a curse
I learned that Heaven and Hell exist right here on Earth, word
Studied with Rastafarians and learned from the dreads that Hell is called
Babylon
And that’s where them crazy boarheads dwell
They got us thinking that Muslims like to make bombs
But real Muslims believe in paradise and the resist the Shaitan
So it all sound the same to me
That’s why when they say one is right and the other is wrong it just sound
like game to me
It’s like God skipped past the church and came to me
No that ain’t vein to me
It’s just a particular way that I came to see
The difference between those who claim to be
Religious and those that say they spiritual
And recognizing that life is full of miracles
You could see my glow in a rhyme
The poem divine ’cause it coincide with a grow in the time that those who
looking for God knowin’ to go inside[Chorus]
It’s all going to (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup[Verse 3]
Yo, living in mass confusion
Looking for absolution
The gas seducing and psychopath produce the last solution
Based on his interpretation of what the words were saying
Trying to get to God but ended up doing the work of Satin
Religion create the vision
Make the Muslim hate the Christian
Make the Christian hate the Jew
Make the rules of faith
That you condition to and to you gotta follow
And God forbid you go to Hell
But if you ever walked through any ghetto then you know it well
We in the third eye of the storm[Chorus]
It’s all going to (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
It’s all going to (Hell)
Yup, we living in (Hell)
Yup, they giving us (Hell)[Outro]
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
Just because the lord is my shepherd don’t mean I gotta be no sheep
You feel me?
More blood is spilled over religion than anything in world history
We saying the same thing

Soon The New Day

[Verse 1]
Here we go like
Yes yes yawl
To the beat yawl
Ain’t no sleep yawl
To the break of dawn
5 o’clock in the morning
We keep rockin on
The workin people runnin like the stop clock is on
We got it poppin in the meat market
Chicks take a seat, park it
By the bar so they can meet the Vick with deep pockets
And them dudes
Buy them cars that turn ’em in to sweet objects
of desire
Big rims and them tires
We finna drop it like it’s heavy as hell
The clan of the cavebear
Used to use the club to hit and drag her by the hair
Still use the club to get her a martini or a beer
Try to get her home and put the smell of sex in the air
Come through like the cable guy
Get ‘er done
That ‘ole hit ‘n run
Turn into bitter ones
Tonight is catch me if you can
You can taste the ginger bread
Ain’t nothing like wakin’ up with a stranger in yur bed
Nope![Chorus][Norah Jones]
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn[Talib Kweli]
Tomorrow I’ll be like
Were am I?
Whets your name?
Gotta go, I’m glad you came[Norah Jones]
But tonight you, will be so fun[Talib Kweli]
Maybe you’re the one![Norah Jones]
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn[Verse 2]
Puttin on some Airs
King For a Day
Hard to face your fears we wear the mask like Cory McKay
You have a ball today
It’s all a masquerade
Shorty paint her face like a clown but can’t take away the frown
Found under the make up
I asked her “What’s your passion?” answered “What’s the paper” she sleep
and they don’t want her to wake up
Maybe they should realize their own beauty
Baby you a star and not just a star on some dudes home movies[Chorus][Norah Jones]
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn[Talib Kweli]
Tomorrow I’ll be like
Were am I?
What’s your name?
Gotta go, I’m glad you came[Norah Jones]
But tonight you, will be so fun[Talib Kweli]
Maybe you’re the one![Norah Jones]
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn[Verse 3]
Steppin out, I got my best outfit on
Gotta get it in. I’m slippin in the darkness like most of the day is gone
We up all night I wonder if can hang
We used to hang from a tree
Now we hangin behind the rope we V.I.P.
We do it
B.I.G.
Ain’t no need to See I.D.
Thee entire scenery
Shrouded in mystery
Clouded with greenery
Six girls to every three dudes
So you have half a chance
If you ask to have a dance
The ones ready to freak off don’t need no romance
They belong to the sisterhood of the traveling pants
They got them
Hungry eyes you know sensual trance
At a glance
The alcohol got you sexually advanced
The truth is so boring you gotta pretend a little; the antidote is more
colorful the rainbow and the Skittles
And the quest to trap the cat
The game is the Tinder Fiddles to get the bruce to say the sky’s fallin
like your Chicken Little.
Come on![Chorus][Norah Jones]
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn[Talib Kweli]
Tomorrow I’ll be like
Were am I?
Whats your name?
Gotta go, I’m glad you came[Norah Jones]
But tonight you, will be so fun[Talib Kweli]
Maybe you’re the one![Norah Jones]
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn
But tonight you, will be so fun
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn
But tonight you, will be so fun
Soon the new day, breaks the dawn [4X]

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…

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?

Country Cousins

[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn]
Down cousins.. across the border
I got cousins.. country cousins
I got cousins.. country cousins
WHOO![Talib Kweli over Intro]
Yo son, what the deal son? What’s really hood son? (what’s really hood?)
Word is bond, shit is real, shit is real
Yo son, this block is def
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
I gotta get that guap by all means, you know what I’m sayin son[Talib Kweli]
Growing up in Brooklyn, shit I thought that everybody talked this way
Raised on Rakim and Run-D.M.C., so we thought that everybody (walked this way)
“We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill,” it’s just some things that was taught to say
And every Saturday morning, I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes
And.. the puberty came, started hitting them cuties with game and the truancy came (uh!)
Started cutting in acting class, I was comin all fast, I was new to the game (uh!)
Used to playin on T.V., courtesy of video music box
Plus! Knew a lot of hustlas, goin O.T., comin back with the new hip-hop
Like! E-40 holding down the yay (that yay), N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer (word is bond)
But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina (come on!)
L.A. is little Alabama, they walk and they talk with a country grammar
And you think everybody else sound country, so they get started, started callin ’em “Bama
Down south where we buy them hammers, down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap, where they quick to fill you up with slugs[Chorus Talib Kweli w/ Raheem DeVaughn singing in background]
It’s nothin, I’m from New York but I got country cousins
It’s nothin, you stay connected by the slang you bustin
Want it simply put? You can’t rip me when I spit for the Section One free
I’ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B what?
It’s nothin, I’m from New York but I got country cousins
It’s nothin, you stay connected by the slang you bustin
The thing you bustin, the game you hustlin, the days your cuttin
The flame you cuffin and the lames you snuffin, your name is nothin![Bun B]
Growing up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothin but that county slang, “What up dog? What up cuzz?”
Late night you see us guzzling 40’s, menthols, wine, and weed
Sitting on the back porch, getting zooted, feeling fine in deed
Listening to Eric B.and Rakim or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik, and MC Eiht
Down south we listen to it all, we didn’t discriminate
Better off them Geto Boys, Raheem, and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
O.G. style, they cars, fix them vogues with human trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double
So I said, “It’s time to hustle,” got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit the rest is history
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn’t
Trust me it’s nothin, just another day in the life for country cousins[Chorus][Pimp C]
In Brooklyn, New York I’m down with Large and Marl
Back in P.A.T., man we be sippin the barre
I’m down with J. from Houston and I think it should be
But when I’m mobbin L.A. I fuck with Ice-T
Short Dog is my O.G., we been down forever
Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin together
Niggaz don’t understand by far back in the day
It was amazing and my brother put me up on Black Star
Starving blacks on the news, I weighed
Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed away in an unreal way
They mommas depleted, I’m just tryna make sure that their kids straight
I’m on the chitalin tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan
I wouldn’t trade it for nothin, only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole South, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin’s good…[Raheem DeVaughn]
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that’s thicker than water (it’s nothin), down dirty ‘cross the border
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that’s thicker than water (it’s nothin), down dirty ‘cross the border
In my country cousins!

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]

NY Weather Report

C’mon, Yeah
I like to take this opportunity, to thank everybody who been riding with me so far
Its a been a long journey
But they say your life’s path is not about the destination
Its all about the journey
I appreciate y’all[Chorus]
It’s my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear
New York city!
You could make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came to prepare
For the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather, we ride
Let my people go!
To a place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm
Check it out![Verse]
Futuristic lyricist, straight from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, raps upper echelon
My people suffering, slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden, like my mother of the name
Is this your first trip to hell?
Avenge a capitalist, if its a product then we got it for sell
When I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell into line
I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to reach for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the vowel
Niggas word, there use to be no biting allowed
Now the gangsters no grindin’ allowed
Probably see a fight in the stage, fore you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my people facing the storm
Homie we riding it out
You inspire what I’m writing about[Chorus]
Its the 3rd eye of the storm [4X]
Check it out! [3X]
Been fucking around![Verse]
I’m not a judge, but I’m handing out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors
Niggas in the streets outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spiritual, but actual parishioners
Rap listeners, we open the black businesses
This underground shit, with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances
You could tell who shit is fake and who’s shit is based upon the past experiences
We really been to war, hand to hand like crack sales
Bill the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail
Female left to raise up a son
From the day he was one
Til’ he twenty, and he raise up a gun
Get to blazin’ for his place of the sun
Smoke bracin’ his lung
Young in his years and he’s facing a ton
None of his peers wanna share the road
Love the child, care to provider
But they hand a blunt and share saliva
You ain’t a rider
And you hustlin’ backwards
To many excess, with imitating these crackers
So our kids looking up to drug dealers and rappers
Taking away all the work away from our black actors
Revelation is first and armageddon is after
Tsunami’s, hurricanes and natural disasters
Fast food culture be this, is always a factor
It’s the gratification
They want the cash faster![Chorus]
It’s the 3rd eye of the storm [4X]
It’s the place where knowledge is born!
Check it out! check it out!
Talib Kweli!
That’s what it is..
Break it down

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

7:30

[Intro – Res:]
It’s 7: 30, ’bout to be that time
And if you miss the word, don’t be afraid to press rewind
But if you got to open your eyes to see the truth
Then maybe this one ain’t for you
It’s 7: 30, ’bout to be that time
And if you miss the word, don’t be afraid to press rewind
But if you got to open your eyes to see the truth
Then maybe this one ain’t for you[Verse 1 – Talib Kweli:]
Every night at 7: 30
Men get dirty, yo I yelled so loud the Heavens heard me
The information that I drop’s so hot, it’s newsworthy
Cops is askin’ me who told me, I said a little birdy
Dirty listen, the way the sunset glistens is so pretty
Castin’ a shadow on the grave of those who die early
Tryna get it and they got it, how could it not disturb me
Make your eyes pop out your head like you were Mr. Furley
It gets crazy[Hook – Res:]
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time[Verse 2 – Talib Kweli:]
Now let me run it down about this kid we call Coolie
We called him Coolie cause his hair was curly, unruly
Young mothafucka, 14, is Ghanian
Parents moved to Flatbush in the 70s, tryna get it
On 38th between J and K
White Jewish neighborhood so they thought that they was safe
Until somethin’ happened that we call gentrification
That’s when the niggas move in and crackers start escapin’
It’s hard as racists slangin’ adjacent to the police station
When crack came out the junkies thought they were just freebasin’
They made the nigga Coolie rich, runnin’ with Roger Macon
VanDevere, VIP niggas, from with them Haitians
One day in the train station
Seen the main Haitian nigga waitin’ for the 2 at Franklin
Knew what he had to do to prove himself, no hesitatin’
Had a.38 and caught the 5 express to Atlantic Avenue
Waited for the local and blast through like his attitude was gangsta
Dropped the gun, tried to make a break for the park
Cops hopped out the unmarked car, put the Glock in his face
Got locked upstate, it’s the wrong place to be in
Thuggin’ for the crew and them niggas never came to see him
Came out when he was 30, perspective different now
Hate to see kids gettin’ in the game while he was gettin’ out
Before he got to his mama’s crib he saw the Haitian with the same.38
And thought he murked the nigga, guess he was mistaken[Hook – Res:]
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time[Verse 3 – Talib Kweli:]
The streets talk to the beat that I walk
I write rhymes in chalk outlines
And toss out lines with bait to catch wind of the word on the block
Shit happens so fast, I felt the breeze like a gun blast
And a bullet been shot
Past my ear, it’s sad to hear the same shit year after year
My mama cryin’ tear after tear, the hereafter is here and now
You waitin’ for your Heaven to appear in a cloud
So you steady tryna get high while Hell is starin’ you down
Police starin’ you down, silence is deadly but your spirit is loud
Your niggas die, you pourin’ beer on the ground
Standin’ around, talkin’ that Apocalypse shit the Apostles predict
Locked up tomorrow, quick to swallow a dick
Hollerin’ “Bitch” to the chick who raisin’ your seed
You don’t acknowledge the kid
Think you got knowledge, nigga your knowledge is tricked
You’re followin’ myths
Niggas like to ease the pain with a bottle and a spliff
‘Til the truth explode in their chest like a hollow tip, word[Hook – Res:]
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time
Sometimes life’s like a drug
Trippin’ me out and fuckin’ me up
Makin’ me what I want to be
And don’t at the same time

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