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    Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Great Expectations текст песни

    Great Expectations

    Kweli:
    My nigga Punchline want his money
    Yo, this is a capitalist society
    Yo! Hello world, how y’all doin?
    Don’t be shy, y’all can wave back, man I know y’all can’t see me
    Oh you got it?

    Verse 1: Talib Kweli
    Talib Kweli Ichiban in Japan is mush-mush
    Yo, I’m able to keep it fresh like veggie tables and couscous
    Got my comp in a catch deuce-deuce
    Livin proof, you want the truth? Nah, you can’t handle the truth
    I flip it like any Angelo, be it Michael- or D’
    Paint the ceiling with my sounds, smoke trees with melodies
    I enter the palace with no malice intended
    If L’s make you cough a chalice is recommended
    Particularly filled with sticky that I got from Manny
    I’m breakin mics like Amy Fisher breakin’ a family
    It can be, all so simple if you let it
    If you don’t want to, fuck it, forget it, yo, don’t sweat it
    You feel little when you let the power of the rhythm hit you
    White widow got my eyes Chinese
    But sharp as leaves of paper cuttin’ your skin
    Whenever I write with my pen and make a point
    Y’all be like, "Yeah, that’s the joint"
    Yo Matt, got the track on they DAT
    That make it easy to complete ‘cause I write shit with or without a beat
    See you on the hook like a fish we knock it out, no doubt,
    The shit fixed like carols at Christmas
    So bounce, come on, bounce, come on
    I lock you in my sentence and the shit’s a run-on
    Tokyo, where you at?
    Brooklyn, where you at?

    CHORUS:
    Kweli next to be up, so I suggest you re-up
    Or freeze up like you hear a shot
    Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of every single MC in earshot
    I fear not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, number one, Ichiban

    VERSE 2: Talib Kweli
    I get my camouflage from Weiss/Mahoney
    My rhymes are worth the price of Sony
    Your light like last for one minute like Rice-A-Roni
    Son, I’m nice, you’re phoney It seems all you want in life’s to know me
    I’m colder than when the ground’s covered with ice and it’s snowy
    One and only Talib Kweli from Eternal Reflect
    Yo, I come to Tokyo where everything is Hi-Tek
    So I feel right at home, rightin’ poems, fightin’ clones
    Who bite my own style cause they ain’t got one, I got drive while you ride shotgun
    Please stop, son I watch “Get on the Bus” a lot
    And all this shabuya has got to stop I’m just playin’
    Japanese culture is like amazin’, animation is like hair-raisin
    Kick selection got no limit eatin’ seaweed, maybe one day I get with it
    But when I see weed I’m smokin’, heh, I’m just jokin’, really not though
    My homie Common told me, “Arigato”
    My art got no Boundaries like Pablo Picasso
    Who? You don’t know, you never knew Big up to Ru
    See you in the show on the Avenue Of the Americas etcetera, etcetera
    You get the point, you want hot shit, I got a plethora
    Classics, it’s the best of Brooklyn, New York City, so we’re never comin’ shitty
    I get more love in Japan than “Hello Kitty”
    Such a pity, these MC’s think they hangin’ with me
    Catch me on Japanese MTV with Mos Diddy

    CHORUS:
    Kweli is next to be up, so I suggest you re-up
    Or freeze up like you hear shots
    Now I can trace the tracks of all the teardrops of every single MC in earshot
    I fear not or none, number one, Ichiban, none, number one, Ichiban
    None, number one, Ichiban, no-no-no-no-no…
    Here we go, one, two, come on Here we go, one, two, come on
    Yo, I’m out……peace



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