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mood – sacred, part 1 lyrics

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f/ talib kweli

[talib kweli]

yeah, this is dedicated

to all ya’ll ma’f-ckas who be listenin to lyrics

you know there’s a lot bullsh-t in the industry right now

(hi-tek) but see this hip hop is sacred to us

na’msayin, sacred

got dr. francis cress up in here (eternal reflect)

na’msayin, mad house up in this mothaf-cker

we boycott, what’s the name of that store, coger’s

yeah, outta here

now listen, really try to understand what we tryin to say to you here

na’msayin….

ghetto children steady rotting but ain’t no stoppin

rottin flesh under the sun

makes a perfect place for a fly to nest

settle down inside the corroded chest

so it could raise it’s own seed, yes yes

lies don’t know what it means to be oppressed

they got no feelings to express

there’s a tendency in b-st-rdation we keep facin

a sell-out, there is no toleration, get the h-ll out

or more bodies is wastin

a way in the street, in between the people basing

dodgin rain drops from the sky, thinkin they fly

ain’t that a b-tch?

rich or thick -ss from the heads on the block

not realizing they duty involves civilizing

tryin to understand but f-ck it

i need about a grand to get cash in my hand

where maggots in the chest cavity

gravity be workin against

and so they downplayin the fence…

refusin to fly, the maggot don’t quit

it grow into a fly and be on some next sh-t…

you will get yours within this time

i master mics and i master minds

unconcious mc’s, it’s disaster time

wasn’t my fault you couldn’t read the signs

read the signs, read the signs

wasn’t my fault you couldn’t read the signs

[?]

sent as the real, earth kill

taintin my spill for bad deals, gives a chill

we’re only trife, advancin bag mills but still (do do do)

chances on the hill, we’re twice as ill when i reveal

[main flo]

my sign read, gain my speed wit con weed

throughout my rhyme greed, i’ve always made the lines bleed

i escape jakes cross-state wit rival lotto fates

i stifle piracy in shadows where i hibernate

it’s smoke-filled caverns, ills plus the lighters flock

biters jock, i stifle heads just like i’m writer’s block

i’m killin patients, injected for the seven nations

world got hatred, tryin to sue for reperations

cross the station, insomniacs is facin silhouettes

while lyin on death beds, i murder crews wit pillow sets

[talib kweli]

you will gets yours within this time

my master mics and i master minds

unconcious mc’s it’s disaster time

wasn’t my fault you couldn’t read the sign -echoes-

[?] 2x

’98 scripts become the norm in the storm

that’s why he has came in multiple form

’98 scripts becomes the norm in the storm

that’s why he has came in multiple form

’98 scripts become the norm—gunshot-

[main flo]

you know my crew, i’m seekin righteousness wit them, god

a ?spearlessly? escaped to rims of nimrod

advanced writing skills, form micro-fields

mind at ease, drinkin teas, now that on hikin hills

didactic carry us from crevices to various

revealed in the ancient most that cover areas

wit philosophic mic prophet seek the higher gossit

when i cease, i’m like an arab takin liars hostage

[talib kweli]

n-gg-, we would never deliberately deceive you

this is too sacred for that

we would never lie to you

we keep this sh-t too sacred for that

we would never tell you un-truths, half-truths

please, that’s a devil’s job

f-ck that

-beat changes-

[donte]

keep, keep one open if you sleep

the shadow’s on whitewalls when night falls on the streets

certain priests bear the mark of the priest

came in the name of peace and left your brain fleece

all these teach

and preach, they down wit the police

in the nightime they shootin up dope, and drinkin white wines

to givin pipe lines, blame it on the crack fiends

and black teens gettin aids from the vaccines

they set you up

shoot you up to spook you up

isolated, plainly stated, you been betrayed

i bring knowledge to solid

foul styles polished

be havin sessions wit history lessons

get demolished, i’m hi-tech

disect to lie detect

days and last, no cash, can’t write a check

it’s foretold, prepare to travel far rows

bar codes, laws hold those playin star roles

be down key like lee, handle yo’ business tightly

rightly, outta mind outta sight see

whoever said it, read it then probably get beheaded

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