This the year of the BlackSmith... Talib Kweli... Kwame...
Lets Go! (Listen!!!) Yea niggas dont- (Listen!!!) Back in the days we all used to- (Listen!!!) Now shit is so wack, nobody- (Listen!!!)to that real hip hop (Listen!!!) Yo (Listen!!!)
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here come (Listen!!!) Talib Kweli and im BANGING on ya Eardrum (I think i wanna hear you!!!) Wha? now lemme get up in it Wait-(wait just) Wait-(wait just) Wait-(wait just a minute!!!) Wait!
(Verse 1) Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me ya ears Start repentin' cause the ending is near But don't (Listen!!!) panic, you can't function if you livin' in fear Pay attention you gotta listen to hear (Wait just a minute!!!) Who the fuck you talkin' to? Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin' I'm so crackin', you ain't heard? ya shit appear like "Closed Captions" King of the bars and I'm goin' hard cause- All my confidence comes from knowin' God's Laws (Listen!!!) Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war: Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar (Wait just a minute!!!)
(Hook) Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here come (Listen!!!) Talib Kweli and I'm BANGING on ya eardrum (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Now lemme get up in it (Listen!!!) Its for ya spirit so (Listen!!!) But y'all don't hear me though (Listen!!!) Get up, get into it and get involved (Listen!!!) There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Now lemme get up in it (Wait just- Wait just- Wait just a minute!!!)
(Verse 2) Get it now, get it fast, get it right Get it big, get it loud, get it done, get it tight (I think I wanna hear you!!!) But you don't really hear me though I (Listen!!!) spit clearly so (Listen!!!) it's live outcha stereo (Listen!!!)To your heart while its beatin' in ya chest (Listen!!!)When you speakin' to Execs And they see behind the desk (Listen!!!) To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt (Wait just a minute!!!) Real Hip-Hop is missin' from the shelf Yup, it's what you felt when you listen to yaself (Listen!!!) Only a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin' So before you spend ya hard earned spinach (Wait just a minute!!!)
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(Verse 3) You love the sounds comin' out your speaka I spit rounds like a Nine Millimeta (Listen!!!) The youth today they frown at the teachers They ain't down with no leaders they don't wanna- (Wait just a minute!!!) They like, "What?! Nigga wait right there. I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you'll be missin' a 'Right Ear'" (Listen!!!) Get it clear, i figure its my year I'm everywhere makin' appearances in nigga's nightmares (Wait just a minute!!!) Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence (Listen!!!) What you heard as a Pro, I'm so amazing (Listen!!!) Don't front girl, you know its ya favorite New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience (Wait just a minute!!!)
(Hook)
Yo, don't it sound so good to you? (Listen!!!) Unh!, it's the return of the greatest y'all (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Talib Kweli, BKMC (Listen!!!) BlackSmith is the movement (Listen!!!) BlackSmith is the music (Listen!!!) Whatchu ridin' for? Whatchu livin' for? (Listen!!!) Whatchu dyin' for? (I think I wanna hear you!!!) Bangin' on ya Eardrum, Yea! (Wait just- Wait just- Wait just a minute!!!)
[Mos Def] Hey, hey, heyyy man I Strike the Empire Back.. I Strike the Empire Back.. Fuck the Empire!! High flyin like the Millenium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo I never roll for dolo, frontin on me's a no-no Understand? Doin this for my family Ha ha, check it out y'all
Yo I'm tryin to make a dollar out of what makes sense Add it up, told my daddy I'd be a rich man You never know when your fate gon' switch hand Get today's solid ground out of yesterday's quicksand I was a young boy -- who dreamt about being a big man on small looseleaf sheets I sketched a big plan Gotta handle business properly, boost up my economy Store it up and get my mom some waterfront property Yesterday was not for me but nowaday it's time for me The streets is watchin me, I watch back, that's the policy Movin along my oddesey like blood through the artery Navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless Let those who make the exodus seekin the North beacon from beatin and hog-eatin, from punishment all season from hands cracked and bleedin -- cotton thorns in your palms It's for y'all that I sketch these songs, and it goes.. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow I fear no man, because faith is the aarow My vocal chord travel worldwide to block narrow We can blow with the ammo or go mano-a-mano Kweli is you wit me? (Whattup whattup?) Let's make it happen I *BURN* through your argument with action My eyes stay fastened to tomorrow lookin for a brighter day When y'all wanna leave y'all? Right away
Shout it out from East-West (from South to Northern) From Cakalak' (to California) From the coldest (to the warmest) To the borders ('cross the waters) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." We got love in the place Shout out to all the Queens (all the Seeds) To all the teams (that's gettin cream) From outlaw (to emcee's) Make it happen (do your thing) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
[Talib Kweli] Guess who? The illest MC in the atmosphere, yeah the Soul Controller who roam the frontier like a Buffalo Soldier I follow the code of honor like a real man gonna Never disrespect no women cause I love my momma These cats be givin us praise but it ain't that accurate I give it up to God, all that, love and attachment, get scary well-prepared with the shears when it get hairy like how these niggaz is lookin like some fairies and singin like canaries to the beast and anybody who will listen to em clearly Y'all don't hear me though, even when I'm comin through in stereo You make a mockery of what I represent properly Yo why you startin me? I take that shit straight to the artery Intellectual property I got the title and the deed I pay for rent, with the tears and sweat, and what I bleed MC's imitate the way we walk, the way we talk You cats spit lyrical pork with no spiritual thought Plus your flow a little bit off, you come across soft Back in the days, niggaz like that on stage got tossed off Need to get crossed off the guestlist It's like you gotta be disrespected and thrown out the exit to get the message Sometimes your sunshine get snatched like a necklace when you get too drunk on power and your drive get reckless Check it, MC's in my face after I slug you then I hug you If I gotta dead you know it's only cause I love you
[Mos Def] Shout it out from East-West (from South to Northern) From the richest (to the poorest) To the elders (in the coffins) Livin native (dyin for it) understand.. ".. and know that I love you.." Yea, yea, we got love in the place Shout out from up top (to the middle) To black bottom (SKY HIGH) Whether you colder than December or hotter, than July It don't stop 'til we complete this (".. and know that I love you..") keep this fly It's so much to life when you just stay black (10X) My people, my people, my people people p-people (8X) My PE-ople, oh-oh-OH-oh-OHH, oh-OHH...
A keynote speaker's about to come on now I just wanted to say a few words about him, and you all know who he is Talib Kweli Please, hold your applause 'til the end We are glad to come and hear you speak We love it! Kweli doesn't like me to talk about this but one time we were drivin' through the Mississippi Delta And there was a brotha runnin' up the side of the road And he didn't have any, shoes on He didn't have a, shirt on And I started to drive right by this man but Kweli said, "Stop the car, beause that brotha, might be in trouble" And I stopped the car Kweli said to the man, he said, "Brotha, are you OK? Do you need a ride somewhere?" And the man looked at Kweli and said, "Shhhh . . . I'm escapin'" And kweli took him by the hand and said, "My brotha, you didn't get the memo. We have been FREE, for some time now" Well, I'm windin' it up Please welcome, a good friend, scholar, ghetto philosopher, three time Nobel Peace Prize winner, first black man to pilot an air craft, the nigga that made up the Nike Swoosh, the man that made Kool Aid say, "Ohh Yea" Brooklyn's own, Talib Kweli
(Talib over the repeated line) Yeah, I do this shit for real (you get Chuck D'd, "Shut the Fuck down") Ain't no games being played (remember that, remember that) It might be the career (yo) It might be on the stage (yo) It might be in the street (yo) But the people come to me (why?)
(Talib Kweli) They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual, raw shit I spit at you Original, and I see collective, not individual Visual, in the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able Invincible, offical nigga who they come to For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store Triple W in curo son or die or For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to Nobody come close to my crew, we wild nice You ain't tight, your rhymes is like what a child writes When he can't spell, you chase crumbs and get ate like Han-sel Can't hold your mic, like your liquor, your style like an Amstel Smack a nigga til my motherfuckin hands swell You ain't fly and you prolly got can-cell Y'all niggas shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work In walking this planet of earth I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word When I came out, niggaz didn't understand it at first I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt We at war and I got a battle plan that can work With the proper execution so I'm killin' 'em right You get hit like a deer standin' still in the light I'm spillin' it like, I ain't never had a meal in my life Feed my family with my pen, it's so real what I write
(Bridge) We fight, fuck, get buckwild Kill, chill, make love, have child Freestyle, b-boy, hit the block Build, destroy, get it hot
Yo, I make the place go apeshit (c'mon) Ain't no other way to say it, ain't nuttin to play with I'm Langston Hughes, "Dreams Deferred" seen and heard in the flesh Cause so many people believe the word even when it seems absurd With keen observation I peep the game And got blood on his hands, I can see the stains My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out Niggas keep my name in they mouth, I put they flame out Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second I'm sharp like the blade in the logo of Rawkus Records New York's infected, niggaz beefin' on the mix-tape Got Nickelback niggaz thinkin' they can fuck with big weight Hell no, give it up, it's enough We about to live it up, with ten of us We ride and you live with us Pick it up, party people, you about to get in touch Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush You can find Kweli in the cut, wth a Cohiba lit up bout to split a Dutch Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush (whooo!)
(Xzibit) Yeah, yeah Quality material Yo, check this out Yeah, you heard it Kweli You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City Yeah, turn this shit up It's Quality music You know how we use it Feel the rush
(Verse 1: Talib) We sell crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through episodes too, like "Attack of the Clones" Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers, spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors We survivalists, turned to consumers Just to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself These words, melt in my mouth They hot, like the jail cell in the South Before my nigga Core bailed me out To get by.. just to get by, just to get by, just to get by We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky with the window of the red eye Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die"
(Chorus: Background singers) This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goal's Just to stop smokin', and stop drinkin' And I've been thinkin, I've got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (by)
(Talib and background singers) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by) (ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by by by by by by)
(Verse 2: Talib) We keep it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk" Its easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk Yo, I activism - attackin' the system, the blacks and latins in prison Numbers have risen, they victim black in the vision Shit and all they got is rappin to listen to I let them know we missin you, the love is unconditional Even when the condition is critical, when the livin is miserable Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin you Now, why would I lie? Just to get by? Just to get by, we get fly The TV got us reachin for stars Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers Saturday sinners Sunday morning at the feet of the Father They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug When, all you really need is love To get by.. just to get by, just to get by, just to get by Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch" We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop, what
(Chorus: Background singers) This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goal's Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking But I've been thinking - I've got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just to get (by)
(Talib: repeat 2X - with background singers) Yoyoyo, yo Some people cry, and some people try Just to get by, for a piece of the pie You love to eat and get high We decieve when we lie, and we keepin it fly
Yoyoyo, yo When, the people decide, to keep a disguise Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside But there's people you find Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin the signs
(Kweli) Yeah, yeah (Girl) La, la, la (continuous) (Kweli) It's like what you gonna do when we come through when you Yeah, shock body like What you gonna do when we come through, Kweli Uh, yeah, BK MC, like what you gonna do when we come through when you Woo, yeah, come on
(Verse 1) Watch how Talib Kweli Greene do it What I bring to it You hear the theme music My rhymes' life support, dog breathe to it Rhymes are bright, the sunshine beams through it Stop haters in their tracks like high beams Like the moment you was at the crime scene screaming "I ain't do it" But, I seen through it, it's obscene how I spew it Martin Luther King had a dream to it, people cling to it I seen your momma lean to it in a green Buick Wack niggas get passed over so much they seem Jewish Better leave and do it now or seem foolish This music I bleed to it, I raise my seeds to it I MC with the truest in the game I stay hungry like I'm the newest in the game And stay hot like I'm bluish with the flame You heard the truth when it came And you knew it was the name that you couldn't pronounce Now I'm all up in your mouth My people all up in the house and we calling you out Y'all niggas crying, what you bawling about This shit is down like we chalking you out Hey yo, that's what I'm talking about
(Chorus) (Girl) Look up in the sky recongnize it's sunshine (la, la's cont'd) (Kweli) Yeah, what you gonna do when we come through when you (Girl) How can you deny when it's right in your eyes (Kweli) Shock body, ro-ro-ro-ro-rock body Like what you gonna do when we come through when you (Girl) Look up in the sky recognize it's sunshine (Kweli) Come on and, come on and Kweli like what you gonna do when we come through when you (Girl) How can you deny when it's right in your eyes (Kweli) Yeah, come on
(Verse 2) Check the writing skills forever coming tight with the quill You sound like you liking the thrill Or filling the pipe with the the krill You must be smoking like the spliff we like to light when we build Out of respect for the dead we let our Heinekens spill Cats taking Vicodin pills to numb the pain that they feeling Pertaining to stealing my rhymes finding their brains on the ceiling I'm blowing their minds wide open when I'm flowing I'm fine Hey yo my whole style banging like I'm throwing up signs Niggas get cut like I saw someone I know in the line I live life to the fullest cause I know I could die Right now, I don't believe I know when to sto' My face soldier's going to lie, when I'm going to buy You gonna see a rainbow in the sky And my momma's face glowing with pride My first born held it down and through my baby's soul I survive Put your hands in the air and let me know you're alive I love this game y'all, I ain't even going to lie I can see you all rocking cause you know when it's live, word
(Outro) BK, BX, Q-borough, like what you gonna do when we come through ATL, Chi-Town, Los Angeles, Bay Area Everybody like what you gonna do when we come through yeah My whole world rocking Yo BK like what you gonna do when we come through, Kweli
Gun Music featuring Cocoa Brovaz작곡:Darrell A. Yates Jr.,Dorsey Wesley,Talib Kweli,Tekomin Williams
(Talib Kweli) Now, If I'm out of town my crew take of your bodies the more the merrier Point and spray the area Niggas is quick to bury you Punk niggas feel inferior Guns make us superior Cats start acting scarier Situations get hairier, yo You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it You could have a hand gun or a cannon And you still (?) without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of a 22 derringer a 38 long a 44 desert eagle a Glock Nine time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lieing
(Hook) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak Gun man music never take shot back (oh!) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On) Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on) Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brooklyn) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep) We Go There and Back (Come On) To all my real live soldier cats where you at Dogs don't hold them back those the cats that go to strapped to blow a back
(Talib Kweli) You could be whoever, a black panther or lap dancer when respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer Shoot at your feet like spider, you a tap dancer What am I amusing to you? You better have that answer Toys for guns, I got guns for toys Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys You'll see the soul of black folk like W.E.B DuBois Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pac fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block
(Hook)
(Cocoa Brovaz) These are the tools of the trade that we use to get paid When we cruise on escapades and escalades with guns to blaze we been this ways since the younger days Safe from the hunger pains Pop Bang when the trouble came Pioneers of gun slang Supply you with them things a little something, something set fire to the game my system be thumping Co Coi Coi! the sounds of guns busting Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping
(Talib Kweli) From a 22 derringer a 38 long a 44 desert eagle Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying
(Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (It's your boy Kweli, BK MC) So I can show you just what I got (Memph Blow in the house) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got
(Talib) Music is the air I breathe The prayer I leave Rippin' in the atmosphere Up there in the breeze Stronger then the revolution That you wear on your sleeve Its all I know Not an idea you believe I spit bars you can't touch Like tits in strip bars Get charged, man I drop hits that hit hard Hit bars with my brown sugar sistah the night just start, I'm waitin' ....
(Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock
(Talib) We all hop in the car deep We bring Brooklyn to the city My fellas lookin' sharp my ladies lookin' pretty When the DJ let the needle drop The beat'll rock, the beat'll start Boppin' and my people got it poppin' like needle marks 3 o'clock and it's mass hysteria I'm about to hit the cafeteria I'm Waitin' ...
(Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all) So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all) So I can show you just what I got
(Talib) I read the lines and all the between In my mind I'm rewindin' the scene The club ain't the place to be findin' a queen You all in my dream girl Though I can't sleep on you no You was a star tonight It like shown through Vampires takin' a bite I'm in the zone too I always end up takin' the flight Makin' a right for the fam So tight in the jam A fight began Always heard bad niggas tryin' to act like a man The DJ had the mic in his hand Like calm down (Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock)
(Talib) Yeah, it was like I was the audience at the concert You had on Converse With the Luis Vuitton purse Tiger's eye around the wrist With the fly and the prints Lookin' up your arm and blendin' where the tattoo begins I had to catch a plane but you make me wanna stay I had to catch your name and I'm waitin' ...
(Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock (Put it down for y'all) So I can show you just what I got
(Bilal) Cuz they let me chasing (?) through the same old song So just clap your hands together 'til they make that sound
(Talib) Yeah, hot fun in the summertime, Sly said it Guys see the flesh catch a thigh fetish Honeys smellin' too sweet its like I'm diabetic More stars in the sky than a seminar on Dianetics Drop the top beat up the block On Flatbush Ave. where they smoke a tree up As shots reach the new tunes Dogs who lose hollerin' at the new moon Ours, I'm like the sun, the flower in full bloom When I come out the house we complete like the number 9 You're gon' gimme some of yours, I'm a give you some of mine Your off the sucka rhyme A song will sound like one of mine I know you love it when I shine, I'm waitin' ...
(Bilal) Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got Waitin' for the DJ to, let your body rock So I can show you just what I got
(Talib Kweli) Wooaahh! yeah On top of the world Yeah, that's how my seeds got me feeling' right now On top of the world Yeah, you ever felt like you could do anything (Yeah) On top of the world Amani Fela, Diane Ashe, I'ma hold y'all down for real (Gotcha!)
(Talib Kweli) It was 1996, 4th of July, looking off in the sky dealing with thoughts inside, when something caught my eye It was a silhoutte of a beautiful woman, bright with life carrying my first seed, looking like she gone bear fruit tonight We at the African street festival, and she walking around talking about the midwife said, that bring the baby down I'm about to be a father, the sights and sounds, seem brighter around me and for starters, I know I'ma work harder, word We got home at three in the morning, I was beat them contractions started coming as soon as I fell asleep 3:05, like every five minutes, then the water broke we on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause he's sort of slow You know them hospitals all trying to get paid, no questions hear come the doctor's with they drugs, trying to do c-sections But my baby stay's strong, in labor for yay long eight-pound baby boy, to carry my name on, joy!
(Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, yeah I know how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) See my brother, I know how you feel, Kweli, I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) So when you, have a seed, come in the world, say dog that shit's real (That's the sound of joy, y'all) Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you feel
My baby girl
(Talib Kweli) June 10th, 1999, I been on the grind since the birth of my son, it's been about, way more then rhymes Baby on the way, my lady glowing today, at least that's what the midwife said, on the phone Anyway, the music got me going away Like everyday, but it's a blessing, so I gotta have patience and she got pregnant on a Jamaican vacation So it's all good, this time well have the baby in a house I went the hospital route, I know what they all about (Never again) So I'm out on tour, in Baltimore get the call around four, when the water hit the floor (Damn!) I gotta rock my show, but I gotta go got second thoughts about her not going, to the hospital I left the show early, Mos held me down, good looking (No doubt) call the car service, like, take me straight to Brooklyn (Uh huh) Got the news in the car, stayed sorta calm but I cried tears of joy, when they put my daughter in my arms, how precious!
(Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, huh Said I know how you feel, uh, said I know how you feel when you (My precious joy) Said I know how you feel, uh, Kwe I know how you feel (I know you do, huh, my precious joy y'all) Huh, uh, said I know how you feel (yeah), said I know how you feel (My precious joy) Huh, man I know how you feel (yeah), said I know how you feel
(Talib Kweli) I do it for the seeds y'all, in they formative years when they need y'all we gotta believe, in what we conceive y'all, it's deep y'all I give them the truth, so they approach the situation, with ammunition I keep nothing away, they hear everything, cause they know how to listen Teach them the game, so they know they position, so they can grow and make decisions, that change the world, and break old tradition They put kids in jail, for a life they ain't even get to start that's murder too, and it's breaking my heart, it's breaking our nation apart We gave the youth all the anger, it's just we ain't taught them, how to express it, and so it's dangerous You can't talk to them Unless your language is relating to what they going through so busy ignoring them, you can't see what they showing you And you wonder, why we called baby-daddy's and baby-momma's when we grow up, we can't act like adult mothers and fathers, yo I'm so blessed to have a boy and a girl, everyday they bring joy to my world
(Chorus: Mos Def) + (Talib Kweli) Huh, yeah I know how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel (That's the sound of joy) Brother Kwe', I know how you feel, Brother Kwe', I know how you feel (Baby girl, my precious joy) Kweli, I know how you feel, say bro' I know how you feel (Fela, be my joy, yo) Huh, if you know how the people feel, let me really know how you... yo
Let me holler at you Can I talk to you?(x5) I want you, cuz you make my heart skip the beat that I drum to I want to be the one you run to, when pain confronts you You're everything, sometimes I get nervous when I'm in front you You can hear it in my voice when I ask you if you comfortable Look how love do, I'd practice the Art of War for you like Sun Tzu Come through and arouse you every morning like the sun do If you blackout and collapse I want to help you to come to Notice I haven't yet gotten to what I want from you I want you to come to when I come through and make you shine like the sun do I want you to be the valley for my river to run through You're everything, send your soul through your lips to my heart Sweet music will start I want you to be the music of my art When people try to rip us apart we got to work to stay together Go through the seasons of love and never change with the weather This is my wish list, what I want not what I need there's a difference These days I'm learning that words got power so I'ma be specific Can I have a talk with you? Can I make a dream come true? Can I be in love with you? Cuz I would if I could Yeah sunflower You must live in the infinite blackness that exists when I close my eyes I see you when I fall asleep, I see you when I dream Lil' darlin' Set your soul on fire (lil' darlin') Be your one desire (lil' darlin') Lil' darlin' Can I talk to you? (lil' darlin') Lil' darlin', lil' darlin' Can I talk? (lil' darlin') Can I talk, can I talk, can I? Lil' darlin' (lil' darlinc1
(Kweli talking) Yeah... Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about! Let's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and Talib Kweli in the house with
(Hook: Kanye West) Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
(Black Thought) Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense Emcee species endangered like dolphins Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon) Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah) Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him
(Talib Kweli) Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh) Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"
(Pharoahe Monch) See these four emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta I'll outfox the, average Porsche Boxster talk Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...) Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly
(Hook)
(Black Thought) Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses And hold the shock value of electrified fences It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog? I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on a mission, hittin' Pharoahe for help
(Talib Kweli) From natives walkin in trail of tears to players sippin Belvedere We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bay they say you hella-scared Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare Nigga you fool gazin, sayin ya crew blazin like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin...
(Pharoahe Monch) Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness Unless, you wanna be leg and armless That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats
(Kweli) We be blazin' (uh) So amazin' (yeh) Everybody get down Everybody get down (uh, yeh) We be blazin' (uh) So amazin' (c'mon, uh) Everybody get down Everybody get down Yeh
(Talib Kweli) New year, new record, time to do bigger shit Caught a plane to Cali linked with my nigga Quik I figure with the combination we bomb the nation but stay calm and patient As the world get hyped from hearin our musical conversation This a beautiful situation right here Given birth on the track cuz the cypher stay pregnant with ideas And we rockin it - rock, rock, rockin it Tell the hater players put a sock in it! Proper shit, that you got to get, cause we properly document How cats look more like dicks than the Washington monument Validly try to challenge me, but who you racin wit' It's amazing the lyrical lyngerie I be lacin shit, we be blazin it Put it in the air with the chronic My lyrics like drugs got you hooked on my phonics From Brooklyn to Compton the lounge of Soundbombing Still rockin' over "Balance and Options," now
(Chorus) If you got a spliff then put it in the air If you want a rift then put it in the air If you shakin yo' ass, put it in the air If you makin it last, put it in the air If you leave the crib strapped then put it in the air Take ya hand of your gat and put it in the air Snuck your bud in the club, put it in the air Got nuttin but love, put it in the air
(Talib Kweli They say my rhymes is too heavy, I come thicker than the fog You get it when I retire and battle my catalogue Writin rhymes in my captain's log, BlackStar date MC's fake like Egyptian Gods in +Stargate+ Lovin the hate, bubble all types of weight in they rap I draw blood like mosquitos y'all annoy like gnats Pop that around the wrong cat get laid flat Concrete adjust to the contours in your back Quik where you at?
(Quik) Yo i'm in the back room makin a run Ain't even touched her n makin her cum N you can catch me out in Portland we startin mine Everybody doin shows but i'm the hottest flyin' Bitches say honest, I swear to God So how come then believin them is so damn hard Could you really blame a nigga if you fucked a skate You ain't even pay that's why you flunked today All you heard was he sellin talk shit about niggas and drink wine And your answer kept changin cos bitch you keep lyin' Talkin bout 'he make me sick All he do is disrespect me keep callin me bitch And he only wanna fuck me when he all for that dough' What the fuck you think i'm here for not to love you I hope All i'm bout to do is listen for a minute While I get my drink in n' introduce you to my dog Kweli n go up in it
(Chorus)
(Kweli) C'mon We be blazin' (c'mon) So amazin' (yeh) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yeh, c'mon, yeh) We be blazin' (uh) So amazin' (c'mon, yeh, c'mon, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down Now let me tell you how I am
(Talib Kweli) I'm mild-mannered at day but superhero at night I got the special invite to make your spot look right No ice, no rain, not bottles of champagne n' HALF these motherfuckers can't pronounce my name I'm so cool while you hyper in the coffee shop Hype niggas make girls be like 'get off me stop' Real niggas like thirst so of course we rock Cos the game unauthordox, off top You got cold feet like I pulled off your socks Always goin down town pullin all the stops Your breath smellin like fish from right off the docks Dats how you lost your spot You too hype
(Chorus)
Yeh We be blazin' (c'mon, uh) So amazin' (yeh, everybody c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yo, all the people in the house) We be blazin' (c'mon yeh) So amazin' (yeah, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down Yo, 1, 2, (c'mon) 1, 2 We be blazin' (c'mon, yo) So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yeh, everybody yo) We be blazin' (light it up, light it up) So amazin' (yeah, i'm feelin that, c'mon) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yeh) Yo do that shit We be blazin' (yeah) So amazin' (c'mon get dowwwn, uh) Everybody get down Everybody get down (yo, yo do that shit) We be blazin' (c'mon, yo) So amazin' (yeh) Everybody get down Everybody get down
(Talib Kweli) The proud Stand tall or don't stand at all, c'mon Uhh, yeah Break it down What we do?
(Chorus) We survive, it's more than pride We stay alive, ready to ride
(Chorus) - repeat through intro
(Intro: Talib Kweli) One two, one two yo Aight.. put it down yo June 11, 2001 Timothy McVeigh is executed And the country breathe a sigh of relief Goodness prevails over evil, it seems Somehow when he's gone, we feel safer Little do we know
(Verse One) Today the paper say Timothy McVeigh's in hell So everything's okay and all must be well I remember in Oklahoma when they put out the blaze And put Islamic terrorist bombing, on the front page It's like saying only gays get AIDS, propaganda Like saying the problem's over when they locked that man up Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning The President is Bush, the Vice President's a Dick So a whole lot of fuckin is what we gon' get They don't wanna raise the babies so the election is fixed That's why we don't be fuckin with politics They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that It's all good except for that - we still poor Money, power and respect is what we kill for, for real
(Chorus) - repeat through interlude
(Interlude) August 4, 2001 A drunken police officer mows down an entire family in Brooklyn The judge lets him go with no bail It reminds us, of just how worthless our lives are to the justice system I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard
(Verse Two) Niggaz with knowledge is more dangerous than than niggaz with guns They make the guns easy to get and try to keep niggaz dumb Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21 I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son? I want him livin right, livin good, respect the rules He's five years old and he still thinkin cops is cool How do I break the news that when he gets some size He'll be percieved as a threat or see the fear in they eyes It's in they job description to terminate the threat So 41 shots to the body is what he can expect The precedent is set, don't matter if he follow the law How do I give my son pride and make him swallow it all (damn!) Fuck the pigs! I think the pigs killed Big and 'Pac too If they didn't they know who did, they got to! Who they serve and protect, nigga not you Cops shot off of ten G's but they got glocks too Let you protect yourself, or better yet respect yourself Straight into the hospital is where you gotta check yourself They be gettin tips from snitches and rival crews Doin them favors so they workin for the drug dealers too Just business enforcers with hate in they holsters Shoot you in the back, won't face you like a soldier Kurt Loder asked me what I say to a dead cop's wife Cops kill my people everyday, that's life
(Chorus) - repeat through final interlude
(Final Interlude) September 11, 2001 Terrorists attack the Pentagon and the World Trade Center Kills thousand and permanently scars America's false sense of security We see the best examples of humanity in the face of the worst As fire fighters, police officers, rescue workers and volunteers of all sorts, fight to save lives The world will never be the same again
(Verse Three) My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes It's more complicated than black and white To give your own life is the greatest sacrifice But it's hard for me to walk down the block Seeing rats and roaches, crack viles and 40 ounce posters People broken down from years of oppression Become patriots when they way of life is threatened It's a hard conversation to have We lost kids, moms and dads, people ready to fight for the flag Damn, when did shit get this bad? America kill the innocent too, the cycle of violence is sad Damn! Welcome to the world, we here We've been at, war for years but it's much more clear (yeah) We got to face what lies ahead Fight for our truth and freedom and, ride for the dead
(Chorus: Res - repeat 2X) Where do we go? What do we say? What do we do? Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run and there's nothin new Where do we go for inspiration? It's like pain is our only inspiration
(Talib Kweli) Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl No one to hold 'em while they growin They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don't like to hear I know this: that people lie, people kneel People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still - rise Above me, trust me, it must be, morning - time Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew But when the karma come back for what you do It's too late to make up - some excuse
(Chorus)
(Talib Kweli) I come from people who stronger than time and space Wherever there's competition you gonna find the race I find a place in my heart for this hip-hop And pump blood through my vein my skin get hot I take you very serious and make you write more If I don't celebrate I got nothing to fight for I'm tight raw, excite y'all like nightfall I'm tight y'all, I walk the street like y'all About action, talk is cheap, right y'all? You start yappin' think about the beef you might cause The trouble you could get into You don't study, you not prepared and cats is testin you What you gonna do when you gotta face The manifestation of the words that you put in space They already there you cant take 'em out The studio gangsta inside you tryin' to break out
(Chorus)
(Talib Kweli) Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl No one to hold 'em while they growin They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is And I may say some things that you don't like to hear I know this: that people lie, people kneel People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still - rise Above me, trust me, it must be, morning - time Wake up, the stakes up Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew But when the karma come back for what you do It's too late to make up - some excuse
(Kweli) Go right to left, left to right Middle passage connection Yeah, about to build Tell you which way to go
(Both) We go right to left, left to right If you fight to the death, what's left to fight X4 Yo, here we go
(Kweli) I wanna write away I wanna write here I wanna write brave words to fight fear Write dreams and nightmares Might scare the folks stuck in the day But nothing to say, Well I'm way ahead by light years So beware we keep the lights on I wanna write the songs from right to wrong Right on Riding the light so you see in the dark So deep you gotta be still like your beating heart My words apply the pressure to make the bleeding stop See the art, living right, eating smart I wanna right to life, a right to death Police read your rights from right to left But I never write to remain silent I fight through police line Cops walk the beat that I write to I teach minds, write rhymes with the right sound Right now, journalists write up I write down
(Both) :Chorus Party people put a hand in the sky Grab a cloud and squeeze til no man is dry We wet it up, go ask the people if they plannin to die Can't stay to live, consumers is plannin to buy Smoke death operators is standing by They take you order for the slaughter of the family why Do they make it so hard for a man to provide You better get wit it, or {stand to the side X7}
(Vinia Mojica) And the story line goes on Right to left, who's right who's wrong Fuck the politics and pride I just to try to stay alive To witness where the battle lines are drawn Speak my mind and sing my song I'm passin on the moral y'all This is ain't play True, you got to know the way It's hard now Open eyes See hopeful lives Sing it now
(Kweli) Making my way through life Talking to elders and taking advice Ignoring their words and paying the price Living in the world where false preachers got us praying to christ Get with the young girls in the choir and laying the pipe No control of our soul we all wait at the light So comfortable they we hating to fight to make it right Late at night I'm controlled by the DJ on the mic I love hip-hop and every joint he playing is tight A day in the life is a brick in the foundation of like A maze in Egypt amazing when I'm creating a sight For the world to behold and the story to last So one day ghetto children can visit their glorious past After Pac and Notorious past what do we have Niggas worth more when they dead, it's so sad Started with the slavery we finish the plan But I broke the cycle, and became a man
(Both) : Chorus
(Kweli) Come on, I got my man Savion in the house We about to put it down Here we go
(Kweli) + (woman's Voice) Yea (yeaaah) Come on Uhh Yeah Kweli
(Bridge) Yo Yo Ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter It ain't commercial or underground, its true cause I (wanna be good to you)
(Chorus) Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name Like the lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain cause (wanna be good to you)
(Verse 1) We make the squares dance, and get the do like dotsey Y'all niggaz roll with pussy-cats like Josey All spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo Swooping the industry, like a bird to prey My stance has got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae I heard them say I was a conscious rapper But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a nonsense actor Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies yo Fuck the screen gems y'all niggaz act in B movies Type of niggaz proud to be groupies Followers in the herd running over the cliff I'm the +Buffalo Soldier+, smoke ya like a dread like rasta blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip Looking to hit cops, now that's a 4 alarm Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro (wanna be good to you) Yea Yea Yea
Chorus (1x)
(Verse 2) How many niggaz ever been in love' How many niggaz really think they thugs And can't think without the drink and drugs How many niggaz can't get in with hats and sneakers on Say 'fuck security' and get inside and keep them on How many niggaz think that gats make the weaker strong Can't do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on That don't take heart, slave, nigga play ya part I'd rather jump over board nigga, face the sharks We stay doing it, later for the conversation Hammers is cocked and waiting, niggaz is not debating We ain't got the patience You found popping shit Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions Get out my house, you ain't no real representative I make it happen, you ain't official, you tentative Niggaz is sensitive, see how they catching feelings It's so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling Barracuda, Spitkicker nigga that's the crew (wanna be good to you)
(Breakdown) Whoo! (yeaahh) Come on Yeah Low ride Yo Yo Yo
(Verse 3) Niggaz be claiming shit, find a gangsta movie, put they name in it, biting like there ain't no shame in it You the hardest on the beat, I'm the fire that you playing with You a artist from the street, I'll give you the blood to paint it with So yeah I'm positive, I'm positive I'm the best Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home Hang up on niggaz like 'I want you to meet my nigga tone, word Leave me alone like Michael Jackson Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomach waiting to see what happens You see me out, know that my crew is flawless So called gangstas need more security than the Rawkus office Yo, I thought you bust ya gun You just a big joke, thinking you a Big Pun Yo, Kayne this is the big one (wanna be good to you) me and my niggaz having big fun
Bridge (1x)
Chorus (1x)
Come on, BK and BX and Q boro and Manhattan and Harlem niggaz and Long Island Wanna be good to you you you come on! (wanna be good to you) The whole world rocking Yo the whole world rocking Ayo uhh
Won't You Stay featuring Kendra Ross작곡:Andres Titus,Clem Young,Harold Clayton,Kendra Ross,Maxwell Romer,Sigidi Abdullah,Talib Kweli,Wilbur Bascombe,William G. Young,William Mclean,Wuang Hankerson
(Talib Kweli) Yeah ... this is the best part of the trip Hold on to something, hold on to someone We about to take the road less travelled You ain't gotta go home, but you can't stay here Let's go
(Kendra Ross) I get lonelier each time You go away I lose my mind I lay awake til you come and make things right (yeah yeah) I get lonelier each time you go away (cmon) So baby won't you stay with me tonight? (yeah)
(Talib Kweli) Check it out There's this lady I'm in love with (yes there is) Living inside this woman unknown But she's scared to let it show I know it sound like some bug shit (yeah it do) It's just she come with Hang-ups and Insecurities they gotta go She always nervous around me But see this lady inside She's ready to be my baby tonight And ever since this lady found me This woman think I'm dangerous And ain't ready to put her safety aside I try to tell her that I got her back And no matter where we at In our lives I'll treat her like she my girl I asked her "What's wrong with dat?" (What's wrong with dat?) She like "It just ain't right There's so many more women and men in the world" I have to admit the girl got a point (true) Maybe my ambition's made to make me want something I just can't have So now it's time for me to blow this joint I still know I'm in love I just stay focused And true to my path Word
(Kendra Ross) I get lonelier each time You go away I lose my mind I lay awake til you come and make things right (yeah yeah) I get lonelier each time you go away (uhh) So baby won't you stay with me tonight? (yeah yeah)
(Talib Kweli) I got to get away Ladies you ever felt growing away By your man Asking "Baby, won't you stay?" He chilling with his crew He should be building with you He got you feeling the blues Cause the children to glue He willing to do Whatever it takes To save 'em From a fate he can't see when he misbehaving Brave men don't let they ladies Raise they children theyself You're so busy trying to save 'em That you you're killing yourself With the Stress and strife And the fights and the advice From the ladies of the night Who can't run they own life Up in your air Nothing is fair Why do you care? Why do you always take it there? The crying, the tears You ain't prepared for the jewels That I'm trying to share Flying there Dying inside Hot in the fear The writing is clear On the wall For you to read the sign Ayo the fine is the way we design To be fine But still ...
(Kendra Ross) I get lonelier each time (I get so lonely) You go away I lose my mind I lay awake til you come and make things right (mmmmmmm .. make it right, make it right, make it right) I get lonelier each time you go away (la la la la la la la laaaa) So baby won't you stay with me tonight?
(Talib Kweli) Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta, Gotta Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta, Gotta
Yo You can tell when people wanna spend they life together Despite the weather They treat each other like a treasure Can't fight forever You got to give it up I ain't got a lot of time We got to live it up I make my music like I make my love People use it like they take they drugs In the morning When they waking up This music got me out late but I holla at you when I'm done Don't stay up Will love play with us? It sting like paper cuts Doused in alcohol But if it's real They ain't no greater rush I got faith in us It's only you who really know me I be surrounded by people And still feel lonely
(Kendra Ross) So baby won't you stay (why won't you stay?) Baby won't you stay? (why won't you stay?) Baby won't you stay with me tonight? (ohhhhh) Stay with me tonight Stay with me tonight Ohhhhh Cmon
