| Lyrics: | [Talib Kweli]
These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government
Don't matter if you
independent, democrat or republican
Niggaz politickin the street, get into beef
Start
blastin, now a new cat is executive chief
With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo'
seat
Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never passin in your sleep
like an old man, you ain't
a fool you got a whole plan
to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land
The future
of your whole fam' hang in the balance
You the king, and your block is the palace
Y'all
niggaz is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet, call in collect to
save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are you? What you gonna do?
Exactly what I thought
- NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
you the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you can't be
in
My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian
{*scratched* ";Let's stop right here for
an amen and a right on";}
{";So you think that I'm a fool...";}
{";Amen, right
on...";}
Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap
[T] It's just a chapter of the night, in
the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
[K] Where
they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the heights but
clappers aimin at the wife
[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, dudes gettin money is still
thuggin
Chicks gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto
Your
team let the metal burst before you take an L
you raised in hell, let the dust settle
first
Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent
Shit happens huh, a man's
respected by his actions
It's the karma of the street, you try to meet |
