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talib kweli - real life lyrics

[verse 1: talib kweli]
2002, that was a good year
[?] make the hood clear
you keep fronting, while my rhymes stay sharpper than barber shop [?] keep streets buzzin
i’m always cutting something, [?]
[?] nothing is real
these rappers complain bout how they stuck in they deal
ain’t no excuse if they not giving the people something to feel
people [?] these rappers is faking
[?] what you n+ggas waiting for? the dj
[?]
[?] opening [?] bottles [?]
kweli and 40, [?]
you stand up and clap, or do you sit in your seat?
i’m a revelutionary, hustler, you just a costumer
you looking for fame, [?]
[?] you lame, [?] n0body give a f+ck what you say
you scared to come outside, but your girl like to be f+cked in the rain
it ain’t the chain, it ain’t the truck, it’s the game
[?] they say kweli coming through
these other n+ggas hot for a second, they respect what i do
in the party we can get it twisted too, don’t make me hve to get it
you better shake your ass, and watch yourself, like your name was mystical

[chorus: talib kweli & e+40]
kweli and 40 did a song together
in real life
all my goons, we strong together
that’s real talk
you see the game and the way that i walk
from the bay all the way to new york
40 and kweli did a song together
in real life
all my hustlers stay strong together
that’s real talk
you hear the slang and the spit that i talk
from the yay all the way to new york
[verse 2: e+40]
gitty up gitty up, watch me turn [?] plenty of bread
some of the things that i be talking bout be going over they heads
back in the game like [?]
[?] get more pages than harry potter’s [?]
[?] in the trunk
snake talking, knock it raw without even throwing a punch
i get all sprung like a slinky spring easily
i do my thing, it’s game involved [?] previously
swing my way, imma say this [?]
[?] a song that was written by smokey robinson
something just to keep your head bobbling, till i’m done
sick with it, skip to my lu, like m 1
i ain’t even trippin off the [?] economy
man i’m in the realest place [?]
[?] that’s my sign
when i’m dead and gone, ya’ll gonna say that boy was ahead of his time
all the time intoxicated, writing a riddle
it’s [?] my scribbles

- talib kweli lyrics

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