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Interpret:
Talib Kweli And Hi Tek
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Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like its way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You gotta do, fuck that almost shit
The fam is close knit
You diggin, know the clock dont stop tickin
Glocks still spittin, the whole block politickin
Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival
Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival
Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head its suicidal
Its the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized
No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized
with empty rhetoric, they better quit
Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments
Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted
Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets
Where were you the day hip-hop died?
Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x)
Kwa is chillin, Tone is chillin
What more can I say, we stay building
And make killings
Take children through the wilderness, by the hand
Its a great feeling, show em how to be a man
Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
My sound fat like a Neve while you thin like a Mackey
Cmon, shine so bright when I walk by
You got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye
What! Say somethin, you stay frontin
It aint nothing, let off like Im big game hunting
Me and Tek stay way blunted
Wave running on beaches with white sand
With a slight tan
Smack the mic stand with my right hand
When Im excited
Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it
On fire like property lost to riots
Yo, aint no stopping us when we all united
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24.Oct.2001 18:10:13 |
Letzer Aufruf |
20.Dec.2004 12:12:21 |
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