Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver U) Talib Kweli

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 deliver us
And what the people need? Hey
I got that, yeah

I call these rappers baby seals, 'cause they club you to death
I could call em' Navy SEALs, 'cause they government feds
What become of the vets? They drugged up, they f**ked up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang, it's like a club or a set
Hip hop's the new WWF
What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggas love to forget
We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin' backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a f**kin' disaster
Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?
An entertainer or the author of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit
We still waitin' for the Congress to acknowledge this

What the people want? Please deliver us
We wanna live it up, please deliver us
Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire – please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir – please deliver us
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow