Talib Kweli Album

[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

C'mon, Yeah
I like to take this opportunity, to thank everybody who been riding with me so far
It's a been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not about the destination
It's 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 up a edge a lot
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 it's 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
Niggaz word, there use to be no bitin 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:]
It's the 3rd eye of the storm [x4]
Check it out! [x3]
Been fucking around!

[Verse:]
I'm not a judge, but I'm handing out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors
Niggaz in the streets outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spiritual, but actual parishoners
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 the blazin, fore the blaze 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 [x4]
It's the place where knowledge is born!
Check it out! check it out!
Talib Kweli!
That's what it is...
Break it down

[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*}

[Intro:]
The year is 1975 (yeah, hahaha!)
Brooklyn, New York City (stand up)
A child destined for greatness is born (we goin' in)
Let's go!

Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)
Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)

[Chorus:]
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...)

Say something, say something (what was that?)
Say something (I dare you), say something

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
The lord chief rocker, I'm colder than meatlockers
My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka
I smack internet emcees and beat bloggers
You can see my black thought like 'Riq Trotter
It's deep – go ahead and sleep
They know in the street Kwe' gon flow on the beat proper
Composin' complete operas
Longer than a cigar thats godfather,
Tap into heart chakras im harder than gobstoppers
People comin' for the throne not knowin' the seat hotter
Than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters
You convinced me, I hit targets like top shottas
Out in the mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada
I'm sayin' makin' a profit a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to radio playin' garbage, yeah
Blacksmith Music, if you don't pay homage,
I'ma show you how we break an artist
That's a threat, I'm not makin' a promise
Speak to the people like Barak Obama
They worship like a black Madonna, c'mon
Niggas talk shit, but they ain't got skills
I'm the type of nigga to put lead in your grill
Number two pencil is sharper to bruise mentals, and
Beatin' in my chest is the heart of a true gentleman
Still spit right in your face
Fuck a Top 8, back up, gimme my space, you're not safe

Yeah, they say I'm back, but I ain't go nowhere though
Been here the whole time
Where you been? You back
Matter fact, apologize

[Chorus:]
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) C'mon

Say something (g'head), say something (uh huh)
Say something (what?) (who is it?) say something (Jean Grae!)

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
Yeah, open your mouth, say something, I fuckin' dare you
Chokin' you out till you can't suck any air through
Fuck with your man too, thinkin' I can't do what I plan to
Vet vandal, niggas are brand new
Ain't knew I was bad news? Look at the tattoos
Get ran through like you was fingers through Sassoon
Horror chick in the bathroom, off the backstage room
Shit you couldn't imagine, nigga I'll harass you
I'll Ras Kass you, soul on ice and body cast dude
Past due, Jean and Kwe the last two action heroes
Actually had the capacity to be the ones in a class of zeroes
Hip hop's not dead, it was on vacation
We back, we bask in the confrontation
You can ask me, have any conversation
You talk shit, Blacksmith, Jean, I'm waitin', nigga

[Chorus:]
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What? What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...) What?
Talk shit now (now...now...now...)

Say something (g'head), say something (what was that?)
Say something (I dare you), say something

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
We not fallin' for your trick 'cause your image is like a gimmick
Forget it, every rhyme is bitten, you like a mimic
I'm talkin' to the lord and I'm askin' him for forgiveness
Just for kickin' niggas out the club like Michael Richards
Yeah, I admit, I'm guilty, the way I spit is filthy
I keep it gritty, so they get it, they feel me, the flow
Is known for touchin' the soul of street hustlers
I speak in the language - you know I keep customers
The writing therapeutic, it's due to the pain and sufferin'
While these dudes get it confused and abuse the creative substance
I'm givin' you a contact high, my name buzzin
And I came in the game with nothin', stop frontin' nigga, talk shit now!

[Outro:]
The year of the Blacksmith is not defined by any calendar
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers
Get the name right, Talib Kweli, BKMC, stand up!

Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)
Get your hands in the air (get em up!)
Put your hands in the air (put em up!)

(feat. Raheem DeVaughn, UGK)

[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!

[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?

[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...

(feat. Kanye West, Roy Ayers)

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

Ladies...

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

[Chorus] x 2
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars,
Navigate through the truly bizarre,
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life,
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight,

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

[Chorus] x 2
Talib: Break it down

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

[Chorus] x 2

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

(feat. Norah Jones)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Here we go like
Yes Yes Yall
To The Beat Yall
Aint No Sleep Yall
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 doods
By 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"
"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

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Puttin on some Airs
King For a Day
Hard to face your fears we war 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" but 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"
"Whats your name"
"Gotta go, I'm glad you came"
[Norah Jones:]
But Tonight You, Will Be So Fun
[Talib Kweli:]
Baby you're the one!
[Norah Jones:]
Soon The New Day, Breaks The Dawn

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
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 doods
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

(feat. Coi Mattison, Lyfe Jennings)

[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-inducing 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 Satan
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

(feat. Dion)

Yo Tone What We Need?

[Chorus:]
More Gum, Less Hate, More Real, Less Fake, More Come, Less Wishing
Less Stuntin More Famous Talking More Changes Rushing [?]

[Talib:]
More Franchising Less Sanitizing
More Uprising Less Downsizing
More Enterprising Less Sympathizing
More Buildings Less Destroying
More Jobs Less Unemployment
Lets Get The Devil Less Enjoinment
More Originality Less Biting Pocket Off Big
More Community Activism Less Pigs
More Blacksmithing, Def Jux Less Geffen
And The Rest Cause The Rest Suck The Got The Shit All Messed Up
More Marijuana Less Coke
More Countibility For Politicians Before We Shoutin Lets Vote
More Schools Less Prisons
More Freestyles Less Written
More Serious Shit And Less Kidding
More History Less Mystery
More Beyonce Less Brittany
More Happiness Less Misery
More Victory Less Losses
More Workers, We All Bosses
Of Course Its Reflection....
What We Need?

[Chorus]

[Talib:]
God Bless The Hood Where My Money Always Good
I Can Get You Take It Now Thinkin Couldn't When I Could Son
I Live Above The Rim And Pay The Full Like My Nigga Would
Crack Is Old Niggas Wish, We All Wish A Nigga Would
Crack A Joke Like He Wanna Battle For The Mic
This Is Brooklynn, The Planet
Y'all Niggas Is Just Satelites
Revolve Around My Every Word
I Address The Crowd Like Lincoln At Gettysberg
Surrounded By The Heavy Herb
The Crowd Is More Or Less
War To War Here For The Pure
Hip-Hop How Im Rockin Got Them Dropin They Jaw
Fire Marshall Blocking The Door
Theres A Crack Like They Chopping The Raw
This The Shit The Cops Stoping Us For
This The Reign Of The Tek And Them Motherf**King B Nuts
Slice Like The Nip-Tuck
Specialize In Deep Cuts
Its The Music That You Ridin To
Provided To You By Kweli And Hi-Tek The Livest Two...
Yeah, What We Need?

[Chorus]

[Talib:]
The More I Put Into It , The Less It Sounds Like The Nonsense
The More Natural The Less Conscience,
At The Same Time The More Bomb Shit
The Less The Devill Got A Grip
I Get It Loose We Gotta Slip Away, The Ghetto Gotta Get
More For A Dollar
More Frescas For Purchase
Less Liqour Stores
Less Churches That Be Lookin Like Corner Stores
More Rap Songs That Stress Purpose With
Less Masaging And Less Curses
Lets Put More Depth In Our Verses, Till They Left On The Surface
While We Stomp Through The Underground
The Cop Don't Come Around
You Sort Of Hoping For That Reflection
You Sort Of Open Imma Heed Call Him Chosen
I Don't Play With Your Emotions,
Stop Acting So God Damn Emotional
I Give You These Bars For Free Like They Promotional,
This Ain't No Marketing Strategy
It Had To Be From The Heart In Order To Be Reality
Reflection...
What We Need?

[Chorus]

Ladies and gentlemen
Kweli!

[Hook:]
Won't you stay around with me?...
And please say the rhyme
Cause these rappers think that I'm
In love with your state of mind
Cause you a favourite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby won't you stay around with me?...
And let my love (and let my love)
And let my love

[Verse 1:]
Kweli you should rap about this, you should rap about that
Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you
You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street
And never ever get your mack on please, how bout you?
I like the way you're melodic, it's cause you capture hypnotic
Portraits and seem to make the average exotic
Probably unite, I know you getting some love, but you can't spit like a thug
And you a blow, you make a hit for the club, word
I don't like your voice, I don't like your choice of beats
It sounds like it's forced, and what was up with "Back Up Offa Me"?
I ain't like that, man you should get with Hi-Tek
Now he got nice tracks, them other dudes is type wack
Yeah, people keeping it coming, I keep it bubbling
Like the heat from oven boiling the water and the hate
So they light my fire...
I got a mic empire, my own label
I had to emancipate me-me like Mariah...
At some point I might retire, on some bullshit
My legacy, horseshit like Mariah's...
Illest flow found in the game, soothing like the sound of the rain
It's the dude profound with the fame, I refusing to be sounding the same
Keeping the verses, deleting the curses, defeating the purpose
When the people go on strike, I'm in the street with the workers
Speaking the words from a pulpit like the preachers at churches
Raise my hand, all the teachers get nervous
Cause they know I air them out
And they ain't even really gotta hear me out
Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior's head like?
Clocking like Big Ben, old school slang still find a way to innovate
Pete Rock got em feeling great, the ladies say

[Hook:]
Won't you stay around with me?...
And please say the rhyme
Cause these rappers think that I'm
In love with your state of mind
Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby won't you stay around with me?...
And let my love (and let my love)
And let my love

[Verse 2:]
Light the tip of the L, this heavyweight rap tipping the scale
And we never let the system prevail, real picturesque, missing the sale
Never that, it's forbidden like the candy sisters lifting the veil
I'm still leading the pack, these cats lacking
Just because you be having a dragon don't mean you got the fire...
It ain't nothing to play with, it's sacred
My pen is the paintbrush, and dipping in paint plus
Truth, love, joy, anger, hatred and anguish
That's the spectrum of colours I paint with
I don't feast at the banquet, cause freedom is the set that I bang with
Listen the conditions in my slum village is tainted
I grew through the pavement, like the flower the girl drew in the paper
The sky bluer and the? eye's? save you
The rules of engagement that they use, attitudes of a slave
Man got me stressed out losing my patience
The moves that I'm making across waters
Through contraband that I'm taking across borders
Information never lost in translation
Too many new words to be learned, I'm spitting fire giving third degree burns
Giving them heat stroke, hotter than rocking a P cote
At [? ], all these rappers super like me so, we go
Back in the days like reminiscing with Pete yo
Ladies welcome to the Kweli show
She goes...

[Hook:]
Won't you stay around with me?...
And please say the rhyme
Cause these rappers think that I'm
In love with your state of mind
Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby won't you stay around with me?...
And let my love (and let my love)
And let my love

[Outro:]
Ladies and Gentleman, it's Talib Kweli
Yeah, this Ear Drum y'all
B-B-B-B-Banging on your ear drum
We got the incredible Pete Rock on the track like...
I like that, I like that
I want to give an extra big shout to my man Dave Dart
Holding me down as always and as usual
And his new born son, Cannon, brand new to the world
He's now down with Blacksmith, Blacksmith is the movement
Jean Grae, Strong Arm Steady gang, Talib Kweli
It's what it is, yeah

Yeaaa. Special Dedication.
I'm Sending This One Out To You And You And You And You
I Said To You And You And You

Cold Blooded, I Love How We Meltin' The Ice
You Like The Sunshine Of My Life
Cause All I See Is A Hot Thing, You My Hot Thing, You My Hot Thing

Word, You Keep My Dark Sky Lit Up At Night
So Bright That Your Blindin' My Sight
Cause All I See Is A Hot Thing, You My Hot Thing, You My Hot Thing

Word, Your Body Like A Flick, It Got Surprising Twists
I Write The Script, The Main Character

(feat. Sa-Ra Creative Partners)

{*instrumental for the first 20 seconds*}

[Sa-Ra Creative Partners]
I just wanna say
Let me, taste, the, fruit, of, your, space
Oh what a, oh what a day
I just wanna play
Ma-gick-al vi-sions, what, we, lay
I wanna, I wanna stay

{*instrumental for the next 26 seconds*}

[Sa-Ra Creative Partners]
I just wanna say
Let me, taste, the, fruit, of, your, space
Oh what a, oh what a day
I just wanna play
Ma-gick-al vi-sions, what, we, lay
I wanna, I wanna stay

{*instrumental to fade*}

(feat. KRS-One)

"Check this out..."

[KRS-One]
Hooooooooooooo~! (HEY DJ!) WHAT? ("I know you're gonna dig this")
Yeah, yeah, yeh yeh! KRS, ohhhh~! Talib Kweli
Talib this is crazy, yo this is crazy
Hah... what'chu doin?
Throw your hands up, c'mon

[T] BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like
[K] Grand Concourse, whassup!

[Talib Kweli]
We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yo
So what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threat
It's the beat, how you get your cake don't matter
It takes heart the lyrics been replaced with the swagger
I stay sharp enough to slash your face like a dagger
The actors been replaced with the rappers
The rappers been replaced with the actors, see how they try to stay on the beat
The pig route when he walkin down the street to the beat

[KRS-One]
WOOP~! Sound of da police
What is the life of a true hip-hopper, the beats
Peace love unity livin proper with the beats
In any endeavor whatever we will prosper with our beats
Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats
We the realest, livest
The rawest, crack cocaine heroin survivors with beats
We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs
Spittin, all we saw was stacks of rhymes written, elite
Way too smart for the system of course
We know a smart free black man just pisses 'em off!
What they like is when we glisten and gloss
Flashin millions but still takin a loss
Bump the beat! Yeah, all in the street
Talib yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah... yeah... word~!
Watch me take it there, life ain't no Christmas there
Hell yeah it's crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here
Searching for the perfect beat I went to East Dayt'
It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release date
They try to look away, they're scared to look inside
Askin why like a guy who look for God up in the sky (that's right)
Searchin high and low, behind the do', inside the drawer
Little did he know that the beat was tryin to find a flow
Stuck in limbo, how low can you go
A punched hole through your stomach lining like Tylenol
Build all kind of rolled, metaphors and similies
that'll have you doubtin my competitor's abilities
My whole body is a spiritual facility
Rock a vest after a lyrical killing spree
The illest delivery, later for the talk we need action
Silence is golden but the violence is platinum
When you rappin to the beat

[KRS-One]
Boom, bap, who's, that?
KRS-One bring the beat back
The perfect beat we seek that, knowledge of mind we speak that
We don't speak weak crap over weak tracks
MOVE, THAT; we speak boom bap live in the club
We can show and prove that

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, it ain't old school or new school it's true school rap
Beat you 'til you're blue and black, true dat, it's

[KRS-One]
Better beat win again, work the street
Movin again, insert the heat
Lookin again for the perfect beat
Don't look in the book to learn to eat
Write up a hook, learn to speak
Never be shook, follow the heat
Forever they look weak
T.K. you must speak!

[Talib Kweli]
Teachin 'em how to eat to live
They cheap and their pimp is pleadin the fifth
Bleedin as if they goin to war
Everytime they leavin the crib
Sneakers and whips, police be peepin the strip
You see 'em walkin the beat
Hoes believin the pimps who eatin the shrimps
So John's walkin the street
Lookin for a sweet face, in each case
Tryin to get they heartbeat racin, and the dark meat be tastin
so delicious, my description so good to the beat
It's lifted right from the sounds that you hear in the hood when you sleep

[KRS-One]
Bring the beat back!
All that whackness, we don't need that
You gotta bring the beat back!
All that whack garbage, we don't need that
Bring the beat back! All that weakness we don't need that
Selector bring the beat back, bring the beat back!
Selector, listen!

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, DJ Rhettmatic
Talib Kweli, hip-hop

(feat. Musiq Soulchild)

[Kids Rapping:]
I'm freestyling, for me, myself and I
I write them on the paper til it gets sky high
I say goodbye, to all the bad things I've done
I start a new beginning, at this is how it begun
From, KRS-One to Talib Kweli
Now I'm the best superstar on BET
And MTV, better yet I'm known universally
I am the key, to being the best MC
The prophecy, the one and only
A timeless masterpiece, I ain't the least
I'm the best, cause God said so
I'm just trying to express my lyrical flow

[Talib Kweli with Musiq Soulchild: harmonising throughout]
Yo, yo
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
It feel good, it feel so damn, uh
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
It feel good, yo, yo, yo
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
Baby tell me how it feel when I always keep it real
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
Yo, now how it feel? Yo

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel
Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal
Notes from the piano is falling out the sky
Like angels losing their wings so they see how it feel to cry
Babies have babies for the welfare coupons
Dudes on the radio rapping, them cats is lukewarm
I get up on it, spit up on it like a new born
The family structure ruptured, there's living proof like a group home
B-Boy being a man, throw a suit on
Stepping out hotter than? when the soup's on
My son like "Daddy, I be missing you when you gone"
I said I gotta go so I can stack chips like Lou Corn
I ask my daughter how I look, she fixed my hat so I can wear it cool
Cause she's like "That's what they wear in school"
Then she asked me "Daddy, you know any superstars? "
I looked at her and said "Stop being silly, that's what you two are"
I say it now and I've said it before
And you can trust me on this cause I've been through it y'all
Follow your heart and you can do it dog
Baby you're a star...

[Musiq Soulchild:]
All of the days...
All of the days, of my life I spent on trying to find
Yet another way to show you how, how special you are
There ain't no body, that can take that away from you
No matter what...
Even though...

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli with Musiq Soulchild harmonising throughout]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
And even though mummy and daddy might fight all through the night
Argue and fuss, you a part of us that we've got to get right
I don't love you to death, cause I love you to life
And you a teenager, you might not want my advice
You might be full of spite, think you're grown, still a tyke
And say things that cut like a patient under the knife
I say this, cause I was once a teenager too
And respect for my peers is really all that I related to
But I made it through, you gonna make it too
So much I wanna say to you...

[Talib Kweli: Repeat until fade]
Baby you a star, that's what you are to me
You know I can tell? Cause you a part of me

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
This the year of the Blacksmith
Talib Kweli (Kweli) K-1 (K-1)
Let's go! {"Listen!"}
Yeah, yeah niggaz don't {"Listen!"}
Back in the days we all used to {"Listen!"}
Now shit is so wack, nobody {"Listen!"}
To that real hip-hop, yo {"Listen!"}

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come {"Listen!"}
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin on your eardrum
{"Somethin I wanna tell you"} Now let me get up in it
Wait, wait, wait, wait {"Wait just a minute"}

[Talib Kweli]
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Start repentin cause the endin is near
But don't, 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 think you talkin to?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
Kweli, the flow captain to fast or slow rappin
I'm soul crackin, you ain't heard your shit appear like closed captions
King of the bars and I'm goin hardcores
All my confidence comes from knowin God's laws
Bangin on the system, fightin my kind of war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
Ladies and gentlemen, get ready here it come {"Listen!"}
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin on your eardrum
{"Somethin I wanna tell you"} Now let me get up in it
It's for your spirits so, but y'all don't hear me though {"Listen!"}
Get up, get into it and get involved {"Listen!"}
There's a little somethin that I wanna spit for y'all
{"Somethin I wanna tell you"} Now let me get up in it
Wait, wait, wait, wait {"Wait just a minute"}

[Talib Kweli]
Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it live, get it done, get it tight
{"Somethin I wanna tell you"} But you don't really hear me though
I, spit it clearly so it's live at your stereo
To your heart while it's beatin in your chest
I'm speakin to execs in the seat behind the desk
To your spirit nuttin weaker than the flesh
So while you try to keep it fresh you gettin deeper in the depth
Real hip-hop is missin from the shelf
Yep, it's what you felt when you listen to yourself
Only a few is makin cuts that finish
So before you spend your hard-earned spinach {"Wait just a minute"}

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, you love the sounds comin out your speaker
I spit rounds like a 9-millimeter
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 be missin a right ear"
{"Listen!"} Get it clear, figure is my year
I'm everywhere makin appearances in niggaz nightmares
Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
What you heard is a pro I'm so amazin
Don't front girl you know it's your favorite
New Kweli yo they runnin out of patience

[Chorus]

[Outro: Talib Kweli]
Yo, don't it sound so good to ya?
Uhh, it's the return of the greatest y'all
Talib Kweli, BKMC, Blacksmith is the movement
Blacksmith is the music, what you ridin for?
What you livin for, what you dyin for?
{"Somethin I wanna tell you"} Bangin on your eardrum, yeah
{"Wait just, wait just, wait just a minute"}
{"Listen!"}
{"Wait just, wait just, wait just a minute"}

[No lyrics]

(feat. Sizzla)

[Intro: Sizzla {Talib Kweli}]
Deliver me oh my father
Haha, Amadea {C'mon! }
Sizzla Kalonji {Yeah, this the one right here! }
Talib Kweli

[Hook: Talib Kweli {Sizzla}]
{Deliver me oh my father}
What? What? Yeah
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Die on my feet before I live on my knees lord
Deliver me from point A to B like livery
Nothin is free, you got to be a hero to save
They got you working like a slave from the crib to the grave
A minimum wage can barely keep a job for a home
A car or a phone, forget about gettin a loan
You starting to moan, your bank account is getting withdrawn
It's pitiful how we becomin slaves to things that we own
They en-slavin the brains with the whips and the chains
End up in the coffin chasing the fortune, chasing the fame
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the night, slave to the day
They hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run away
Pray for the day niggas don't get taken away
For makin a way to stop their baby's stomach aching today
I sip a whiskey straight, no chase
It's hard to take a man away from the sin when it's inside of him
Please

[Hook: Talib Kweli {Sizzla}]
{Deliver me oh my father}
Yes, yes
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
{Deliver me oh my father}
Yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

[Verse 2: Sizzla - best guess only]
Dance through my soul and let my days go right
He can preserve me all the days of my life
With the strength to wake through another day so bright
Oh! Kalonji, Talib
They say nothing's wrong with doing sin in your mind
I reach myself and see what's there for my kind
And look around and see, don't be acting blind
This is the birthing of us, it's just not kind
Now what's the worst thing a man could ever price
Pay his life for something he didn't do like the missing mice
Listen up, you know growing up I'll tell you something
He won't like you in the deepest of dungeon
Take away from my periods, leave me by myself
Life is like a dot com, but the blue in my eyes
Aired by your love from but your feuds are hopeless!
You got a lot of bid, that's how it went

[Hook: Talib Kweli {Sizzla}]
{Deliver me oh my father}
What? What?
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
{Deliver me oh my father}
Yes, yes, yes
Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Plug in the mic like I'm gunnin a bike
Front if you like, I'm movin fast, my life is runnin the lights
I give my son some advice
Eyes on the prize, keep more with the one in your sight
Won't win the gunfight if you brung you a knife
I'm drawin blood from the rock and keep floodin the block
With rhymes that are sharper than the razor that be cuttin the box
For sure I gotta move niggas with rocks in their socks
The prostitutes sellin the shit right in front of the cops
Under the street lamp, walking through the rain until our feet damp
Single moms all line at the office because they need stamps
Your cousin out of jail, he spent his time finding God
With a felony kinda charge it's kinda hard to find a job
He gotta make a decision, the situation he's placed in
As he's gotta get that gainful employment for his probation
Otherwise he's just another part of the scenery
Just because you got out of jail, that don't mean you free

[Hook: Talib Kweli {Sizzla}]
{Deliver me oh my father}
What? What?
Deliver me from the evil that's all around me
Jamaica to King's County, God
{Deliver me oh my father}

[Sizzla:]
Gotta survive and sustain and that ain't right
And everywhere you go they want to give you a fight
Gotta survive and sustain and that's for sure
And every minute sees I'm coming at the bar
Oh yeah...
I got to reach out and look
And keep my seed by my side
Uh, yeah
Life's a reality
Sizzla Kalonji, Talib Kweli

(feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Intro:]
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back on you
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back on you
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back on you
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the streets
More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast
The people aint got shoes for they feet or food to eat
So they hurtin' but what's for certain
Is that you can get you some heat
And over beef you laid to rest like you was getting some sleep
Where the little kids get they rendition, you cant get no nutrition
Or any type of suitable living condition, listen
They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature
That put you out of your misery like youth in Asia
Don't let them fool you we aint different
Than the youth in Asia, Africa, Europe it's a small world
we truly neighbors,
If they the third world then who the first to get to heaven
I know its hard but who does God choose to go through it worst
Usually it's the prophets asking a cat what really matters
Nowadays its his pockets

[Chorus:]
We gotta get back to what really matters
We gotta search our soul to find out what we after
The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder
Mom and Dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters
About the nature of the world today
The nature of the world today
The nature of the world today

[Verse 2:]
Don't nobody talk no more they on text message
Driving and typing not paying attention
Missing they next exit depending on navigation
Never knowing where they going they staying stuck
On one spot they not growing Im so over crying waiting
And hoping playing the blame game
The game changed me into a
different world like Dwayne Wade
Getting high just to maintain
Take my music like a drug and drop the
Needle in the same vein
I get a rush like I'm tweeking off blow
Except it aint via the nose it's from deep in my soul
The street slang I be speaking in code
Kicking the door, freaking the flow til they speakers explode
We in control the people know I speak the truth
The power and my roots
Is thicker than sour _ and Im strongly busting out the flower pot
Family tradition is to tell them you love them
While your family living from granny and the kitchen _

[Chorus:]
We gotta get back to what really matters
We gotta search our soul to find out what we after
The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder
Mom and Dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters
About the nature of the world today
The nature of the world today
The nature of the world today

It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back on you
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back on you
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back on you
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back

[Justin:]
I'm just trying to get back to what really matters
I'm trying search my soul to find out what I'm after
The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder
Mom and Dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters
About the nature of the world today
The nature of the world today
The nature of the world today