Talib Kweli lyrics
Talib Kweli lyrics
"Guerilla Monsoon Rap lyrics"
Truth lyrics
Blood and dust have changed all the colors in my mind Black has made me see but the truth has made me blind To the fears To the lies They were here All the time In your sympathetic Sunday night I don't belong Till all the hate that lines the face of my enemy is gone To the fears To the lies They were here All the time The mouth of New York City talks Spitting dust from streets to sidewalks Pictures s
(feat. Black Thought, Pharoahe Monch, Kanye West)Blood and dust have changed all the colors in my mind Black has made me see but the truth has made me blind To the fears To the lies They were here All the time In your sympathetic Sunday night I don't belong Till all the hate that lines the face of my enemy is gone To the fears To the lies They were here All the time The mouth of New York City talks Spitting dust from streets to sidewalks Pictures s
[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 ha
Against The Wall lyrics
[Baby talking] Hey Fresh! We back at it baby [Chorus: Manny Fresh] Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl [Verse 1] [Manny Fresh] I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and t
rd to swallow at times, so take portions[Baby talking] Hey Fresh! We back at it baby [Chorus: Manny Fresh] Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more Hypnotic, and that's when he shot it I'm not lookin' for love, up in the club But I wanna go home with you, girl [Verse 1] [Manny Fresh] I'm not your man I'm a pimp, baby please understand But you hot, and t
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
Favorite 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 w
Man Of The Moment lyrics
I'm gonna kick these notes right into the streets where they belong to liven up deadbeats I'm gonna suck the juice out of this life and spit it past the stage to fill this dull world with rage that's quick to age and be forgotten shove shit down your throats I'll change more minds than votes and live your futile dreams your futile dreams turned rotten if I could only live these words for a moment if I could only fool myself
ole soundI'm gonna kick these notes right into the streets where they belong to liven up deadbeats I'm gonna suck the juice out of this life and spit it past the stage to fill this dull world with rage that's quick to age and be forgotten shove shit down your throats I'll change more minds than votes and live your futile dreams your futile dreams turned rotten if I could only live these words for a moment if I could only fool myself
Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta
Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta
I'll outfox the, average Porsche ya Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo, 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, gettin Pharoahe for help
[Talib Kweli]
From natives walkin in trailor tears to players sippin Belvedere
We always comin well prepar
Drugstore lyrics
You seduced me lonely in your hell Naked, hungry I crawl into your cell A virtual drugstore is piled on your bed I can't resist with your tongue inside my head How can everything be justified by you? How can everything be justified by you? You get off on watching my bleed You get off on feeding my disease This time will be perfect you explain Your tongue is deadly as a needle through my vein How
ed, and all my dogs' smellin fearYou seduced me lonely in your hell Naked, hungry I crawl into your cell A virtual drugstore is piled on your bed I can't resist with your tongue inside my head How can everything be justified by you? How can everything be justified by you? You get off on watching my bleed You get off on feeding my disease This time will be perfect you explain Your tongue is deadly as a needle through my vein How
PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bede 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 fugazi, 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
[Hook]
[various ad-libs til fade]