[Intro: Styles P & Talib Kweli]
Open your eyes yea, tell me what ya see
Emcees on deck this the elite squad
You shall see start recognizing your privileges
Yea before they start weaponizing these lyricists
[Verse 1: Styles P]
All praises due to Allah
But we worship the dollar, so what we gonna do for Jihad?
I was hard in the booth of the yard the hallway
Then I got wise, gave a little juice to the gods
Your body's your temple, try to keep the lesson intact
Progression is forward, regression is back
But if you make it to the essence, that's a blessing in fact
Fuck a stripper, I got mother nature makin' it clap
I could rain dance a rain rhyme, pass me a track
I adapt to the boom-bap, mic and the strap
Gimme a dap, real rap, I'm ahead of the pack
This is Kweli and Ghost, and every rhyme kicking, in the morning
What I'm hittin is, probably a roach
I can talk to the walls, been walked on
Listen dog I'm different, always use a Godly approach
Ain't the new Black Star, but shit I'm the mos'...
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
...dope
Like Mac Miller, we black silla, these wack niggas
Gotta give us dap, but they be gettin' too close
I abhor violence but I'm a bar away from whippin' the toast
Your assumptions is a slippery slope
You scared to pick up the soap
Just stay away from the crime life when you offer up critique
Of the zeitgeist, they slittin' your throat
Yo that's why I'm like show me the limelight, what's twisted
They destroyed a young black and gifted, so I'm staying on mission
Some of my niggas got that blonde ambition
Want a test, ain't no competition, nigga my god is living
Stayin' true I play it blue like it's foul language
What we livin' through way more offensive, this is our anguish (solidarity)
Our pain is no illusion, no matter how you frame it (solidarity)
We spit our life, you actin' like it's just entertainment
Nah, that's what a fetish is
Hip Hop way more than cars, clothes, and necklaces
Open your eyes yea, tell me what ya see
Emcees on deck this the elite squad
You shall see start recognizing your privileges
Yea before they start weaponizing these lyricists
[Verse 1: Styles P]
All praises due to Allah
But we worship the dollar, so what we gonna do for Jihad?
I was hard in the booth of the yard the hallway
Then I got wise, gave a little juice to the gods
Your body's your temple, try to keep the lesson intact
Progression is forward, regression is back
But if you make it to the essence, that's a blessing in fact
Fuck a stripper, I got mother nature makin' it clap
I could rain dance a rain rhyme, pass me a track
I adapt to the boom-bap, mic and the strap
Gimme a dap, real rap, I'm ahead of the pack
This is Kweli and Ghost, and every rhyme kicking, in the morning
What I'm hittin is, probably a roach
I can talk to the walls, been walked on
Listen dog I'm different, always use a Godly approach
Ain't the new Black Star, but shit I'm the mos'...
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
...dope
Like Mac Miller, we black silla, these wack niggas
Gotta give us dap, but they be gettin' too close
I abhor violence but I'm a bar away from whippin' the toast
Your assumptions is a slippery slope
You scared to pick up the soap
Just stay away from the crime life when you offer up critique
Of the zeitgeist, they slittin' your throat
Yo that's why I'm like show me the limelight, what's twisted
They destroyed a young black and gifted, so I'm staying on mission
Some of my niggas got that blonde ambition
Want a test, ain't no competition, nigga my god is living
Stayin' true I play it blue like it's foul language
What we livin' through way more offensive, this is our anguish (solidarity)
Our pain is no illusion, no matter how you frame it (solidarity)
We spit our life, you actin' like it's just entertainment
Nah, that's what a fetish is
Hip Hop way more than cars, clothes, and necklaces
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