[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Good Lord I’m full of surprises
Here’s something for you to ride with
[?] lay down, [?] pump up the volumes
Put you phone on silent
Yea, you need to understand the process
Why? So you can have respect for it
People be telling you what your job is
Like they the ones getting the cheque for it
Sometimes I get into my own head
It’s like you never understood me
I’m not just tellin’ y’all how it is
I tell my people how it could be
Know I’m exactly where I should be
One of the best that ever did it
They’ll probly lie to you in public
But in private they’ll admit it
Back in the shadow while snitches getting their tattle on
The Don like Magic Juan, and my saber getting its rattle on
Forging the fires of Avalon
My catalogue empowerment, your cowardice is towering like Babylon
Travel on the rivers of my father like Gil Scott
I’m colder than the fleece that keep them golden like Jill Scott
Frying up the bagel on the block cause it’s still hot
Sentiment hollow like the bullets that kill cops
It’s astrological like the flow [?]
It’s astronomical like the Tribe [?]
The white dwarf star invisible to the naked eye
We makin’ the tide rise like when the moon overtake the sky
You thinking if you can’t see it or touch it it ain’t real
If it ain’t a physical reality then you can’t deal
Still on the idea that you can’t kill
Try to treat the symptoms not the root of the problem
The body can’t heal
Good Lord I’m full of surprises
Here’s something for you to ride with
[?] lay down, [?] pump up the volumes
Put you phone on silent
Yea, you need to understand the process
Why? So you can have respect for it
People be telling you what your job is
Like they the ones getting the cheque for it
Sometimes I get into my own head
It’s like you never understood me
I’m not just tellin’ y’all how it is
I tell my people how it could be
Know I’m exactly where I should be
One of the best that ever did it
They’ll probly lie to you in public
But in private they’ll admit it
Back in the shadow while snitches getting their tattle on
The Don like Magic Juan, and my saber getting its rattle on
Forging the fires of Avalon
My catalogue empowerment, your cowardice is towering like Babylon
Travel on the rivers of my father like Gil Scott
I’m colder than the fleece that keep them golden like Jill Scott
Frying up the bagel on the block cause it’s still hot
Sentiment hollow like the bullets that kill cops
It’s astrological like the flow [?]
It’s astronomical like the Tribe [?]
The white dwarf star invisible to the naked eye
We makin’ the tide rise like when the moon overtake the sky
You thinking if you can’t see it or touch it it ain’t real
If it ain’t a physical reality then you can’t deal
Still on the idea that you can’t kill
Try to treat the symptoms not the root of the problem
The body can’t heal
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