[Talib Kweli]
I ain't out to diss nobody
But we gon' keep it real for a second
Can we keep it real for a second
Brooklyn stand up
If you doing ya grizzly I respect that
But a lot of rappers is saying things they don't mean
People see through dat
Talib Kweli
[Hook]
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna rise to the top
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna to rise to the top
[Verse 1]
This is why I'm hot, this is why I'm hot
I ain't scared to die, I ain't scared of getting' shot
I got the fear of God and from all that I been through
If you fuck with the family then I gotta put it in you
Pause, now continue, I love the competition
I ain't got no issue with the battles or dissin'
But I keep it straight with you, we shootin' from the hip
I can't stand these rappers that just shootin' off they lip
Every rapper is a clapper, your producer is a shooter
Engineer gotta nine, label boss gotta ruger
Yeah, right, we ain't stupid
We don't believe these losers
Got a Mac in the booth
Tell the truth, it's a computer
So let me guess you make it that impression
I seen you on MySpace, you just wanna be friends
So let's not pretend, I respected ya block
Until I put it all together, now let's connect the dots
I ain't out to diss nobody
But we gon' keep it real for a second
Can we keep it real for a second
Brooklyn stand up
If you doing ya grizzly I respect that
But a lot of rappers is saying things they don't mean
People see through dat
Talib Kweli
[Hook]
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna rise to the top
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna to rise to the top
[Verse 1]
This is why I'm hot, this is why I'm hot
I ain't scared to die, I ain't scared of getting' shot
I got the fear of God and from all that I been through
If you fuck with the family then I gotta put it in you
Pause, now continue, I love the competition
I ain't got no issue with the battles or dissin'
But I keep it straight with you, we shootin' from the hip
I can't stand these rappers that just shootin' off they lip
Every rapper is a clapper, your producer is a shooter
Engineer gotta nine, label boss gotta ruger
Yeah, right, we ain't stupid
We don't believe these losers
Got a Mac in the booth
Tell the truth, it's a computer
So let me guess you make it that impression
I seen you on MySpace, you just wanna be friends
So let's not pretend, I respected ya block
Until I put it all together, now let's connect the dots
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