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    Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Good To You текст песни

    Good To You

    Kweli: (Woman’s Voice)

    Yea (yeaaah)
    Come on

    Yo Yo
    Ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder
    My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
    It ain’t commercial or underground, its true cause I
    (wanna be good to you)

    Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name
    Like the lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain
    Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain cause (wanna be good to you)

    [Verse 1]
    We make the squares dance, and get the do like do — si —
    Y’all niggas roll with pussy-cats like Josie
    All spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo
    I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo
    Swooping the industry, like a bird of prey
    My stanzas got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae
    I heard them say I was a conscious rapper
    But I’m a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor
    Using my ‘hands solo’ and I don’t need chewy
    Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies yo
    I write screen gems ya’ll niggas act in B-movies,
    type of niggas proud to be groupies
    Followers in the herd running over the cliff, I’m the
    Buffalo soldier, smoke ya like a dred loc rasta
    blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high
    Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip
    Looking to hit cops, now that’s a 4 alarm
    Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm
    Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro
    (wanna be good to you)

    Chorus (1x)

    [Verse 2]
    How many niggas ever been in love’
    How many niggas really think they thugs
    And can’t think without the drink and drugs
    How many niggas can’t get in with hats and sneakers on
    Say ‘fuck security’ and get inside and keep them on
    How many niggas think that gats make the weaker strong
    Can’t do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on
    That don’t take heart, slave, nigga play ya part
    I’d rather jump over board nigga, face the sharks
    We stay doing it, later for the conversation
    Hammers is cocked and waiting, niggas is not debating
    We ain’t got the patience You found popping shit
    Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch
    And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician
    Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions
    Get out my house, you ain’t no real representative
    I make it happen, you ain’t official, you tentative
    Niggas is sensitive, see how they catching feelings
    It’s so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling
    Barracuda, Spitkicker nigga that’s the crew (wanna be good to you)

    Whoo! (yeaahh)
    Come on
    Low ride

    [Verse 3]
    Niggas be claiming shit, find a gangsta movie, put
    they name in it, biting like there ain’t no shame in it
    You the hardest on the beat, I’m the fire that you playing with
    You a artist from the street, I’ll give you the blood to paint it with
    So yeah I’m positive, I’m positive I’m the best
    Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest
    Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling Brooklyn home
    Hang up on niggas like ‘I want you to meet my nigga tone, word
    Leave me alone like Michael Jackson
    Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomach
    waiting to see what happens
    You see me out, know that my crew is flawless
    So called gangstas need more security than the Rawkus office
    Yo, I thought you bust ya gun
    You just a big joke, thinking you a Big Pun
    Yo, Kanye this is the big one (wanna be good to you)
    me and my niggas having big fun

    Bridge (1x)

    Chorus (1x)

    Come on,
    BK and
    BX and
    Q boro and
    Manhattan and
    Harlem niggas and
    Long Island
    Wanna be good to you you you come on! (wanna be good to you)
    The whole world rocking
    Yo the whole world rocking
    Ayo uhh

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