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TALIB KWELI lyrics : "Jackin 4 Beats"

(feat. Dj Cipha Sounds)

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[Talib Kweli]
We got the Eternalists Talib Kweli on the microphone
DJ Cipha Sounds on the turntables

This is some real hip-hop %#@! right here
Here I am, come on, R-A-W
Always down to keep the %#@! up like a ?bubble goose?

Brother who, bring trouble to the industry
With colorful metaphors and similes
I'm sunnin you, what you wanna do

Get rid of me, Cuz I take you back to history
Like when ^!$$%s hung from a Noose
Yo I'm sucker-proof, plus I never do what others do

Thugs running loose, kickin nursery rhymes like Mother Goose
Which one of you(s) want it first
Yo I'm running through your front line

While you still tannin in my sunshine
I got pistol-whip, smack, kick and punchlines
Represent your block, muscle-shot one time


I got rhymes like the Bronx got ?Bohequa?
Soundbombing in your speakers

Rock for the mama citas
Hate to see the party looking like the Promise-keepers
^!$$%s sword-fighting and %#@! and wanna @@#! the heaters

We get !@$!ed like we on the short school bus
Let the legacies of past emcees live through us
Big Pun, Big L, Big and Pac just to name a few

I'm sure there's ^!$$%s in your crew too
Shout they name out right here true
But then we always bang out

Slang Ton,Freaky Tye, I never got a chance to hang out with these ^!$$%s
But I feel 'em in the spirit, they still here
So my death, I'm a never fear it


Even though I can't stop it
Even though I can't stop it

Even though I can't stop it
Brooklyn where y'all at
See I'm from Flatbush

Where cats rush dancehalls and blacks bust
Shots in the air for the phat cuts and black dust
Burned on the street, I-TAL is how we eat

And we ride dollar vans smoke tree from ?fantaleaf?
Whether crown height, the park slope, the nineties
The fourth green, the Bedstuy

I used to cut Tec when I was fourteen to get high at ??? party
Leavin no evidence for ma dukes
?Ilashkee? kid from off the President

^!$$%s settling in the residence
That make the ghetto mentality have relevance
Pack metal %#@! but never for the hell of it

Searching for heaven until we find the truth
The kind I never got from no reverend
And the truth is the Cipha Sounds get nuff props

These other DJ cats is sweet like gum drops
Some got the fly %#@! that keep the slums hot
Catch a fire like Bob Marley this is just one drop

In a bucket of treats, whether the club or the streets
From cats with the bucket of seeds
To the cats that got nothing to eat

We up in this piece
$#&@ the Police and tuck in the heat
^!$$%s bucking at beast

Really fighting for love and peace
But don't know where to aim at
Mental slaves can't see where the chains at

Ignorance is pop without no entertainer
The nations economy is a situation comedy
Corporations are making money while

The people are facing poverty
I rep for the spiritual rich, lyrically rich
Y'all ^!$$%s stand for nothing and fall for anything

Cuz you really be (*##$
You feeling me kid, than turn it up a bit
You think you hot I'll shut your heat down like New York Knicks
Word is Bond


Yo, I'd like to take this opportunity right now to big up my man hi-tek
Kweli and hi-tek, reflection eternal for real
But I got one more
'Bout to let this rhyme out on probation
You like a fresh fish thrown to population

Don't give a $#&@ if I get rocked on your station
I got many ways to spread information
From the Black Star tour I rock nations
My moms runs the whole book store operation
Even underground ^!$$%s sell they soul to satan

And I've met commercial ^!$$%s who be hating
So I don't fall for the separation
These people are gonna grow up, I got patience
When you're ready to be free, I'll be waiting
Then every hand can go up in celebration

Get 'em up, what?!
Get 'em up, what?!
Get 'em up, what?!
Get 'em up, what?!
Yeah

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