Makes No Sense Talib Kweli (Ft. Freddie Gibbs & Jon Connor)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Real niggas say “church”, catch the Holy Spirit
You can hear ‘em testify, then I beat ‘em with the curse
This ain’t baseball, we don’t ever let it slide
Run through it like first, the tek’ll spray
Then the pepper spray like pesticides and the crowd disperse
Somebody on the floor is left to die, that’s how it go
What you expect? There’s metal detectors at the door
That’s how you know that we in a prison
Whether it’s the club, or the school, hospital or the fuckin’ airport
Take a trip when I’m on one
Gone in the head ‘til the song’s done, shit
You ain’t nothin’ but a blip on the screen
I remain the game for the long run, staying at the forefront
No blinds – we gettin’ sky high
We changing time zones, the hours fly by
The Europeans, mixing weed with their tobacco for ‘em
I got it locked like the Scots with the shackles on ‘em
Slave psychology, trade property if you want apologies
I’m a king, not in my genealogy
Origin of the word etymology
Eye of the pyramid like a Ponzi scheme
Pull my collar up, cooler than Fonzie be
And I rock, nigga, call me geology
I’m the top nigga, check the discography