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Artist:Talib Kweli F/ Bahamadia
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Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Chaos
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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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 we're the winners of the game
Walk in we'l
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, lyrical clap
MC's
If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on
stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme
They just
babies, I snatch 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 save it 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 Japanese

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, we're 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, fuck them spots on charts and number one
If it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious when
the time comes
This grassrooted 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
Take an MC and 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 bass out yyour 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 exquitiness, 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, we're 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 fuck 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!
 
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