Only too loyal, dustin and then they're there for you You wanted to enter 36 in the soil My technique is speak, have you knocked out weak Forever in it
ain't seen you once Diamoned up Back with Bad Boy reminiscin', me and Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up Big!) They say I'm too sick for the new school
add it up 'cause calculators do the math for us And here they come choppin' down, choppin' down our rainforest Fuckin' up our air for us, they don't really care for
lives while the victims die I'd much rather see it an eye for an eye A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain And if this all makes you feel a little
'm comin for ya'll neck I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came ?? change is imminent I ask Mr. Wst for a lil bit of hope realize us new niggas
Obama came in And you broke, need the bank to spendin Two quaters in your pants like Chelsea Handler You not me just tinselhead go 'head gamble But they mistake you for
's your age and type? She looked at me and said you's a baby right I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And
words, distribution, independent, make an accapella you can hear every word, I spit this game you never ever heard, you know how you be quick to
and greed and miracles for the blind The media parading, disjointed politics Founded on petrochemical plunder and we're its hostages If you stand to reason you
but I can back it up See call the politics you better had enough But you were never going with the wind I had to draft I thought a new plan you at the
my thang We up in the zoo, headed-quarter (??) to the West wang Oh you servin up somethin? Well you gotta kick in It's the politics to y'all politicians
Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back
Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick
up, Yeah sit up, I'm a tell you who I be, I'm make you hate me cause you ain't me, You wait, it ain't to late to finally see, What you close minded fucks
it up! Yea If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and) If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay
things for certain baby, you are a wifey two things for f-cking sure I am not the husband thoguh so run back to him while you still can he sticking with
profanity is all I knew And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to You're better off callin' D-Nice
Talib Kweli (Talib Kweli) DJ Hi-Tek (DJ Hi-Tek) Break it down, for you and yours (y'all know what time it is) You fuckin with Kweli, you fuckin with Brooklyn