Good To You Talib Kweli

[Intro]
Yeah, come on
Uh (Yeah), aight
(Kweli, '02)
Yo, yo

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayo, my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder
My hunger like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause I—
(Wanna be good to you)

[Chorus]
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
Like the lord, all in vain, screamin' like you all in pain
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vein 'cause—
(Wanna be good to you)

[Verse 1]
We make the squares dance, and get the dough like dosey
Y'all niggas roll with pussycats like Josie
All spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries, yo
I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary, yo
Swoop in the industry, like a bird to prey
My stanzas got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae
I heard them say I was a conscious rapper
But I'm a monster when I have to smack the shit out of a nonsense actor
Using my hands solo and I don't need Chewy
Over your head like Yarmulkes and Kufis, yo
I write screen gems, y'all niggas act in B movies
Type of niggas proud to be groupies
Followers in the herd runnin' over the cliff
I'm the "Buffalo Soldier", smoke ya like a dreadlock rasta
Blowin' the spliff, loadin' a clip to spit high
Like you holdin' blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip
Looking to hit cops, now that's a four alarm
Black queen fallin' on my arms, you could call it charm
Matter fact, call it what you want, it's up to you, bruh
(Wanna be good to you) Yeah, yeah, yeah