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    Talib Kweli & Hi Tek Name Of The Game текст песни

    Name Of The Game

    «The name of the game is..»

    [Talib Kweli]
    Persistance, dedication
    Consistant, motivation, resistance to stagnation
    of information, distribute it free to the entire population
    No hesitation, makin it public
    No privitazation from corporations
    Today in order to be sane you gotta go crazy so remain
    on top of the game, and master your universe like you was He-Man
    See me and Hi Tek knock you out de frame
    while I’m stimulatin de brain
    in de «Train of Thought» that’s the name
    of the Reflection Eternal LP man!
    Ain’t nuttin new except organic produce that means that’s free range
    You might see me on MTV, BET, or still up on the D-train
    It’s just everybody else be seemin strange in they approach
    I see these guys and read they eyes
    Need to disguise and so I cloak
    into a cloud of smoke, I brown a roach
    to keep myself from soundin loc’
    Destroy they hopes of hatin
    Don’t move aboard before they rock the boat
    Yo it’s not the dope,
    these snakes will come in peace to slit your throat
    Give you compliments, with a promise yet
    to get me heated and provoke me
    to be rockin shit, shove apocalypse
    down your esophagus so swallow that
    Guess what you could be coppin that
    N’kiru Books for fifteen dollars flat
    Cats who spit knowledge on tracks
    and get bumped out the back of Impalas and Cadillacs
    All my live Cincinatti Bearcats holla back
    Tomorrow they gonna wanna borrow raps like
    «C’mon black, I’ll pay you back»
    I ain’t no lyrical ATM even though I’m nice and I’m a mack
    Better believe that, leave that crack alone
    And you see that there microphone
    ain’t no place to work your self-esteem issues
    Do that shit when you alone!
    Nigga you is grown, why is you still suckin on that pacifier
    Quickly call that ass a liar, exposin you’s my last desire
    Olympic skills so pass the fire
    I roll with niggaz that match attire
    Black aware, that’s filled with gas
    but rollin on, flat ass tires
    Yeahehehe, yo hehehe, yo, yo.. yo yo
    Yo I got a special guest
    Lil’ Baby Tone Tone, tell ‘em what’s up
    {?? indecipherable ??} Yo, true
    Yo we bout to be, tell ‘em peace out Tone
    {Peace out} Yeah word word Baby Tone, what?
    {Yeah what?}

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