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Talib Kweli - Drugs, Basketball & Rap lyrics
[Talib Kweli] Yea S'what im talkin about S-A-S, size aint shit, neva dat Strong Arm Steady, talib kweli Yea [Chorus: Talib Kweli]X2 Niggaz gettin caught in the trap for the cash, it's the drugs basketball or the rap theres more to us than that We the shit consider the facts, afta you analyze that You know you best to fall back Woah [Verse: Talib Kweli] Woah! I'm dealin wit, nuttin but facts, when I spit it though You niggas superstitious don't step on the cracks or split the poem Candle light, flickers so bright, i feel the wick can kick a sicka flow and spill it like a liquor store, i spit the shit to make a cripple get up and dance I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants I spit the shit to make a mothafucka call it a night I spit the shit to see fuck wit C Delores Tucker sex like I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute I play this well to win it, ya go to africa like dave chappelle, you finished Cause ya prehistoric raps is borin, the number of whack rappers soarin like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions these niggas meak they lyrics weak, and they beats is corporate they try snitchin on records their mouths is leakin ??? drippin em ova system than, chinese water torture rippin a series of events, more unfortunate than lemony snicket CHORUS x2 [Planet Asia] Yea medalliance mind, bless the mic for the gods, teach the blind plus get a piece of mine release ya minds for each design baby food for thought, rappas not ?? for sport you ?? pork eatin niggas of sort yo yous a fuckface, burnt out loser thats always up late planet ais the revolutionary slash nut case a witchcraft black magic, data load up computers a spread the message wrote to you where when i show illusions if all yall niggas is killas then how ya write ya records how'd you find the time stop lyin ya minds infected theres only a few, and i aint sayin niggas dont put it down from you town im talkin bout you yea the fake dude promotin propaganda, and open on some fanna, and out right snitchin on them cameras planet ais, gold chain black bandanas low steady gain click clack rang rang der dey go CHORUS x2 [Phil Da Agony] Yea Just a high skip and a jump away from gettin everything that I could possibly want and prostitutes front get a 4 bar on the roster, scratch that im talkin about a full roster of raps monstas that rap, buzzed out ?? check the cadence of the frequency uniquely, we strong arms strategically easily i twist the ?? killa cali ?? backalleys burnin backwoods in danelis or he probably wit kweli, out in bk we make it easy for the djs, like instant replays conversation by the buttons, i talk and touch sumpin straight shots of the luey he flew me out to london crunchin numbas flippin more dough, like siccisero next thing you know we kissin ya hoe, wit out the mistletoe strong arm steady, agony can ???, phil da rigglies, the big league niggas is droppin indies les go CHORUS x2 [Talib Kweli] Talib kweli, right about now dis what im feelin right about now and I invite you all to check it out wit me Lets go! S'like, X2 niggas gettin caught in the trap For the cash its the drugs basketball or the rap theres more to us than that We da shit consider the facts, afta you analyze that you know you best to fall back Woah |
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