[Hook: Talib Kweli]
From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into
Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost
Most of y'all walk around here comatose
Yeah, yeah
From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into
Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost
Most of y'all walk around here comatose
(Comatose) Yeah, check it
[Verse 1: Donte]
You should fear this motion detector on your spirit
Don't stand near it, might possess it with my lyrics, hear this
As I KO, foreign like NATO
For old-school cravers, I bring flavors like Fago
But not pop, I got poured like the knocks on
A wack finishing movе, my crew changed
The drags, I'll bе ripping arms off for showing
No plans for tomorrow ‘cause the fucking world’s over
Live for today, the whole planet's disarray
Devils up in space, trying to find a place to stay
Evacuate Earth, red alert, my mouth so
Filthy ‘cause God made his real niggas out of dirt
And what's worse: I snatch mics like a purse
Put holes in shirts so deep it makes the soul hurt
Pardon my grammar, but fuck the fame and glamour, battle
Protect your neck from these niggas with the jackhammer
One in the chamber, hah, one in the streets
Welcome to the ill side, home of the Hillside
Strangler, skin tight, bend you thin like
Pinstripes, my tongue extends, thrust, crush
Your windpipe, gesundheit. Darkness, no sun
Or moonlight, forty days of rain and thirty-nine nights
Of pain proceeded when I came, it hurt Mother Earth
Prior to me being born, she had birth pains
From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into
Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost
Most of y'all walk around here comatose
Yeah, yeah
From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into
Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost
Most of y'all walk around here comatose
(Comatose) Yeah, check it
[Verse 1: Donte]
You should fear this motion detector on your spirit
Don't stand near it, might possess it with my lyrics, hear this
As I KO, foreign like NATO
For old-school cravers, I bring flavors like Fago
But not pop, I got poured like the knocks on
A wack finishing movе, my crew changed
The drags, I'll bе ripping arms off for showing
No plans for tomorrow ‘cause the fucking world’s over
Live for today, the whole planet's disarray
Devils up in space, trying to find a place to stay
Evacuate Earth, red alert, my mouth so
Filthy ‘cause God made his real niggas out of dirt
And what's worse: I snatch mics like a purse
Put holes in shirts so deep it makes the soul hurt
Pardon my grammar, but fuck the fame and glamour, battle
Protect your neck from these niggas with the jackhammer
One in the chamber, hah, one in the streets
Welcome to the ill side, home of the Hillside
Strangler, skin tight, bend you thin like
Pinstripes, my tongue extends, thrust, crush
Your windpipe, gesundheit. Darkness, no sun
Or moonlight, forty days of rain and thirty-nine nights
Of pain proceeded when I came, it hurt Mother Earth
Prior to me being born, she had birth pains
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