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talib kweli - people's party lyrics

[verse 1: talib kweli]
look at what we done started
look at what we done started
this the people party
when opportunity knockin’, that young n+gga move that dope, woah
get your foot stuck in it, call me “young go+get+it”
they can’t f+ck wit’ it, my trail roll wit’ it
what’s the world, what time is it?
fix your watch, tell me, watch that fix
pay attention to the ‘politrick’
we build and destroy, it’s marvellous
your individual accomplishments ain’t stoppin’ sh+t when the cops run sh+t
’bout to hack this sh+t like anonymous
i got boots on my crew, my accomplice
[verse 2: boots riley]
this beat’s an annihilator
we gon’ spark the fire later
now we rush the violators
scribble down the wire data
ironman, empirе hater
we do not requirе beta
we have been a sign of rape but
that’s how you got piles of paper
it’s my job to instigate
one, two, clear, defibrillate
pulmonary pugilist
witless statement, sk!ll+a+phone this
but pistol weight, line up here for the fist debate
sam, you get so sophisticated
scram, let’s clear, they nix a gate
and knock the engine, pistons shake

[chorus]
listen to the champion sound
listen to the champ, listen to the champion, yeah, yeah
listen to the champion sound
listen to the champ, listen to the champion sound

[verse 3: talib kweli]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
soon as i step up in the pantheon
the wh0res blowin’, it’s the song of the champions
we +n+lyze and you lame n+ggas can’t be on
run and hide, you yellow like candy corn
tooth fairy ass fake revolutionaries
boo berry ass n+ggas, man, the truth is scary
you ain’t ready for the weight the solution carry
my old squad linin’ up like luminaries
i ain’t here for the props or the accolades
come complimentary like a powder egg
it’s that flavor artificial like a powerade
slow it up or blow it up like a powder keg
and he fire, get lighter, whole crew is tight
and for you, if you like, your news in bites
we on a beat like a cop walkin’ through the night
violatin’ your human rights (uh)
[verse 4: boots riley]
this ain’t for the elevators
this is finna gas or scr+pe a
back stairs’ pits for russia’s sweets
go ‘head, find your papers
we are people dilaters
star+spangled choir traitors
push it down your abberators
put the bankers on hiatus
thank the ways we need and the streets fight raw, it’s
pump this on a ‘ab, in a shot, in the office
we gon’ make them motherf+ckers empty out they coffers
it’s a worldwide slaughter orchestrated by the bosses

[chorus]
listen to the champion sound
listen to the champ, listen to the champion
listen to the champion sound
listen to the champ, listen to the champion
champion, champion

- talib kweli lyrics

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