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talib kweli - chaos lyrics

(talib kweli)
we your rhyme sayers
we lead you like a beacon
of light
out of the chaos
cuttin down overzealous
players who stare
when the winners of the game
walk in well prepared
climbin the stairways
to heaven
while you scared of the people livin under
ground heard the sound
of the clap
made you wonder
if it was a gun
the crowd
or some thunder
all of that was out my window when i was younger
now i’m much older
lyrically clap mc’s
if you don’t know by now
let me acquaint you with my st–z
(c’mon)
i don’t get on stage and waste your time
n-gg-z got a lot to say
but they just can’t rhyme
they just babies
i sn-tch em out they incubators
attach them to respirators
they breathin hard like darth vader
hard as candy and suck like now or laters
after a while your style’s tasteless
and it got no flavor

(bahamadia)
projects my eyesights
to the heavens
like dead or wise sages
release what i hold
sacred through my book of rhyme pages
scripts be ageless
like scrolls from dead sea
the cadence off and on like the motion of tai chi
ba-ha-ma-d, wor-dy
to reflect, eternally
science to a remedy
to help and get my people free
but
little support
got my thesis on freeze
my only option’s doin bootlegs for the j-panese
get about eight g’s
a heavy buzz overseas
sacrifice a pill to mainstream
and do what i believe
cause
down to the chromosomes
i’m a purist to this artform
enlighten who i touch and let the world catch on

(talib kweli + bahamadia)
yeah, we your rhyme sayers
who lead you like a beacon
of light
out of the chaos
cuttin down overzealous
players who stare
when the winners of the game
walk in well prepared
climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared
of the people livin under
ground heard the sound
of the clap, made you wonder
if it was a gun
the crowd
or some thunder
all of that was out my window when i was younger

(bahamadia)
oppose for the nine
how no content sections of the earth
walkin vexed
out of my sticks
laced on every verse
my cells begin to peak
at least a hundred thousand hertz
meanin my joint’s prevalent
in fat beats and footworks
i cater to these markets first
cause they gravitate to me
and appreciate the vision
of what i do musically

(talib kweli)
mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!
i walked in and they stared
see how they screwin me
break you down
til you ain’t the man you used to be
domination of my jurisdiction
people’s addiction to lies
it blurs the lines between the fact and fiction
now we back omission
i fix your face for you
keep yappin
you start to hate the man in the mirror
like michael jackson

(bahamadia)
majors they try to hold me captive
but mine are figure factions
but the foundation of hip-hop
hold my braincells for ransom
i chance none
f-ck them spots on charts and number one
if it’s meant
then i’ll accept it gracious when the time comes
this gr-ssrooted curriculum
got me sprung like twisted ankles
experience is missable
so i approach it from all angles and
inject some substance
deep inside of rap’s core
takin emceein back to where it was before

(talib kweli)
call us liberty
like the bell of philadelphia scenery
me and bahama-d
style free like mumia need to be
seein me
feelin me
we right here on the level
turnin hardrocks to pebbles
exposin the devil
lyrical olympian like john carlos winnin gold medal
take that b-ss out your voice
you talk to me in treble
i’m “serious” as steady b
so you know i ain’t playin
i’m stimulatin
makin crowds move like organizations in philly
keep it positive
my prerogative
is exercise
see through the chaos
with my third eye
word i exhibit the exquiteness
since a child i was vivid
throw your hands in the air if you with it, dig it

(talib kweli + bahamadia)
yeah
we your rhyme sayers
who lead you like a beacon
of light
out of the chaos
cuttin down overzealous
players who stare
when the winners of the game
walk in well prepared
climbin the stairways
to heaven
while you scared of the
people livin under
ground heard the sound
of the clap
made you wonder
if it was a gun
the crowd
or some thunder
all of that was out my window when i was younger

(talib kweli)
seven-eighteen
to five-one-three
we meet at two-one-five
reflection eternal
bahamadia
yes yes

(xzibit)
yo listen the f-ck up y’all
it’s mr. x to the z xzibit
broadcastin with the home grown
that’s right
they straight out of my backyard
the beat junkies
on rawkus records
understand me?
it’s soundbombing 2!
meep meep!

- talib kweli lyrics

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