
The Blast Reflection Eternal (Ft. Vinia Mojica)
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[Intro]
Let me, let me practice.. hehehe, ehehe
Talib.. T'Kwi, Kweli — I can't say it!
That's wack..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah.. yeah..
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli & Vinia Mojica]
Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli)
Any questions? I bring many blessings
With my man Hi-Tek, and he from the Natti (Natti)
We make the sky crack, feel the fly track
Get your hands up like a hijack
Fists in the air for (Marley)
Keep 'em there like Natural Mystic, or smoke when the spliff's lit
It's a revolutionary (Party)
Word, they ask me what I'm writin' for
I'm writin' to show you what we fightin' for
Say "Tah-leeb" or "Talib" (Kweli)
If it's hard, try spellin' it phonetically
If not, then just Let It Be like Nina Simone
You probably (Probably) don't listen, B
Even when we suffer losses, I count the victories
Sometimes it's far and between, I'm sad to say
It got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
I know my son wept 'cause his dad's away
"Stop cryin', be strong for your momma" is what I had to say
Let me, let me practice.. hehehe, ehehe
Talib.. T'Kwi, Kweli — I can't say it!
That's wack..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah.. yeah..
Yeah.. yeah..
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli & Vinia Mojica]
Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli)
Any questions? I bring many blessings
With my man Hi-Tek, and he from the Natti (Natti)
We make the sky crack, feel the fly track
Get your hands up like a hijack
Fists in the air for (Marley)
Keep 'em there like Natural Mystic, or smoke when the spliff's lit
It's a revolutionary (Party)
Word, they ask me what I'm writin' for
I'm writin' to show you what we fightin' for
Say "Tah-leeb" or "Talib" (Kweli)
If it's hard, try spellin' it phonetically
If not, then just Let It Be like Nina Simone
You probably (Probably) don't listen, B
Even when we suffer losses, I count the victories
Sometimes it's far and between, I'm sad to say
It got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
I know my son wept 'cause his dad's away
"Stop cryin', be strong for your momma" is what I had to say
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