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Talib Kweli Ear Drum

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, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin

Intro: Deliver us, deliver us (yeah) Deliver us, deliver us (what, yeah) And what the people say? We wanna live it up And what the people want? Please

Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son? The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real Yo son, this block is dead Nigga need to go over here

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, you know what I'm sayin'? There

rain of theTech and the muthafuckin' peanuts Slice like a nip-tuck, specalizin' deep cuts This the music that you ridin' to Provided to you by Talib

'm so amazing Don't front, girl, you know it's ya favorite New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come Talib Kweli

[Incomprehensible] Here we go like, yes yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all Ain't no sleep, y'all, to the break of dawn 5 o'clock in the morn, we keep rockin

Yeah, special dedication I'm sending this one out to you And you and you and you I said to you and you and you She cold blooded, I love how we meltin

', stop frontin', nigga Talk shit now, the year of Blacksmith Is not defined by any calendar Just thought I'd remind all you challengers Get the name right, BKMC, Talib Kweli