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Talib Kweli
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Raise The Bar
作詞:Kweli Talib, Mc Clendon Penelope, Oroc C
(Woman, just give me a try) (What we gon' do? Yeah) We gon' work, we gon' play We gon' lead the way We gon' say everything that we need to say
Then get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves away MCs today, it's like they throwin' our seeds away But that ain't for me to say, right? It ain't got to be this way We gon' take charge, make gods out of men We gon' raise bars, show y'all how to win
Hit the rally, hit the riot, get the party started Respect the words you herbs, it's the Kwelity artist I solemnly promised the knowledge will demolish your college Admonishes scholars, you acknowledge the dollars (Yeah)
Want me to payola? Man I don't even know That boy, I'm takin' over Keepin' it fresh like bakin' soda in your fridge I keep Brooklyn like Jamaica so [Unverified]
That's how it is, say, ‽La, wi, oh, la, la, wi wi' Please, excuse my French, nigga ridin' the bench Sayin', 'Coach, let me in, yo I know we can win' (Woman, just give me a try)
Yeah, I see y'all flossin' like you got shit on your teeth 'Til I get up on the mix tape and I shit on your beat Well ever since I came back niggas ain't gettin' no sleep Why beef? Nay, nay shit on the street
Come on, my words man hit like pure 'caine, ask Abel' I got more lines than coke heads on a glass table Roll with a thorough crew, everybody follow through Brooklyn where on the street we either swallow you or hollow you
You know how my borough do Cats'll pull the ratchet out, start blackin' out off funny style Cats nothin' to laugh about (Ha)
It's hood politics, the hood economics You get exploited, even your 'Daddy O' like Stetsasonic Kweli the best alive, my words spray like pesticide
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 You niggas keep on buggin' me When they gonna exercise their right to exit right now And keep it movin'? I'm the solution, niggas shootin' to salute
That's how it is, say, ‽La, wi, oh, la, la, wi wi' Please, excuse my French, nigga ridin' the bench Sayin', 'Coach, let me in, yo I know we can win' (Woman, just give me a try)
B.K. in the house, what you wan' do? L.A. in the house, what you wan' do? Baboo in the house, what you wan' do? West coast throw your W
I'm comin' through like MCs are my students and I'm the sensei You need to fuck with your boy, fuck what your friends say It's like my shits are so tight, I need some Ben Gay I like the energy right, they call me feng shui
Men pray to their false Gods and lost God a while ago And crack up like the [Unverified] No smile, know their inner-child can grow Go out strapped with the calico
At a party ready to set it, wetted his throat Had him better to smoke His eyes red and he ready to let go Yo, oh, and then the DJ threw it on A nigga like that's my shit, word is bond
That's how it is, say, ‽La, wi, oh, la, la, wi wi' Please, excuse my French, nigga ridin' the bench Sayin', 'Coach, let me in, yo I know we can win' (Woman, just give me a try)
Yeah, we gon' work, we gon' play We gon' lead the way We gon' say everything that we need to say Then get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves away
MCs today, it's like they throwin' our seeds away But that ain't for me to say, right? It ain't got to be this way We gon' take charge, make gods out of men We gon' raise bars, show y'all how to win
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