Talib Kweli

Talib Kweli - The Show lyrics

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Okay...

Okay, I'm only gettin it on one side of the headphone

Aight~! Yeh, bring it in like...



Five somethin in the mornin goin on six

It's daylight, sunrise time

Time to free yo'self... free yo' soul, free yo' mind

Ladies, free that ass... yeah!

Coast to coast it's the most, we don't brag and boast

We just leave 'em comatose

It's your boy Talib Kweli, yeah!



Flow is tight, though I got a couple screws looses

It's cuckoo, my rep in this game is bigger than Bruce Bruce

Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous

It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce

SHOOT~! Y'all niggaz can't hang like a loose noose

I get on stage, niggaz in my ear like a Bluetooth

And that's the triple truth Ruth, they lips is loose like

They seen your lovedaddy in the bulletproof blue Coupe

My rhymes is full of truth, and the business full of lies

Try to look a Masai kid in his eyes for the flies

And tell him how he fucked up our environment daily

The only thing we know about Africa is from Nas or Belly

But go off like a Hutu or Tutsi, from Rwanda or Burundi

Over drums like Babatunde Olatunji

Sayin nigga just to keep our teeth white, like Paul Mooney

Fightin spiritual wars, like the Shi'ite or the Sunni

Yo~! Our music went from tap dance to the lapdance

Try to get me to sell out and that's a fat chance

You see black faces in my rap pages

Larry Davis, Angela Davis or Ossie Davis



Yeah, welcome to the show, it's Talib Kweli, so amazin

Live from California it's the Madlib invasion, let's GO~!



This exercise in freedom is called the "Liberation"

I keep it fly by a process of elimination

When it come to payin the kid, sometimes it's hesitation

'Til I make 'em check it in like they got reservations

But there ain't no reservations about coppin this

Even though it's free for the people there ain't no stoppin this

Poppin fresh, cakin up, I'm breakin up the, monotonous flow

That can't write or plant life like a botanist grow

A new crop and just roll, it up, blow it out whoa

Excuse the cockiness though, I'm just showin out - know

You can't go without this, now what'chu know about that?

Now what'chu know about... now what'chu know about... 










                   
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