Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on Precious metals round our necks and arms We tear it up y'
(Big Nel) Let 'em know how we do it down in the C.O. we 'bout to get the thang started Know what I'm sayin'? The year 2000 I'm 'bout to let these muthafuckas
It Real 4 A Second Brooklyn Stand Up If U Doing Ya Grizzly I Respect That But A Lot Of Rappers Is Saying Things They Don't Mean People See Through Dat Talib Kweli
[Tough Talking Braggart] Ay boy, I got moves to make See the hood ain't my last stop, you understand me? [Singer] Walking under Gutter Rainbows [TTBrag
[Intro] New Chace Infinite, Talib Kweli, yeah Music courtesy of, Maurice 'Mo Betta' Brown Mo Betta, makes it mo' better, yeah [Chorus] Preacher's playing
I hear footsteps in the dark Every day since we first met, can't even eat a bit I can't seem to think straight when I think about how you love me Every
[Intro] I'm just wondering what the heck is in our water supply What the heck is in our oxygen supply that creates a rainbow effect in the sprinklers?
Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin
We know that what we reap we sow But we forget how low we can go You think it's bad here on Earth But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell It's all goin
Intro: Deliver us, deliver us (yeah) Deliver us, deliver us (what, yeah) And what the people say? We wanna live it up And what the people want? Please
*Deliver me oh my father* Come on Yea This the war right here *Deliver me oh my Father* What what? yea. Deliver me from temptation, the weaker
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son? The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real Yo son, this block is dead Nigga need to go over here
Yes, welcome to the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli Ladies, I got you in the mood for an interlude Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
Yeah, expect the unexpected It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do When everybody turns their back on you It's kinda hard to keep faith
heard of that ohh (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said uh oh (UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that, ohhhh [Talib Kweli] I'm a, man of God who asked
rain of theTech and the muthafuckin' peanuts Slice like a nip-tuck, specalizin' deep cuts This the music that you ridin' to Provided to you by Talib
rd eye of the storm It's the 3rd eye of the storm It's the place where knowledge is born Check it out, check it out, check it out Talib Kweli, that's