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    Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Some Kind of Wonderful текст песни

    Some Kind of Wonderful

    What’s next?
    These chicken neck MCs get me vexed
    My rhymes be blowin’ up chat rooms all over the internet
    And causin’ collisions on the highway of information
    And then I head back to my prior engagement
    In the nation of Brooklyn
    Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans
    It’s amazin’ how lickin’ shots is the proper representation
    Soon they gonna need wack MC reservations
    Cause I endanger the motherfuckers, they needin’ preservation
    Carry ‘em home on the top of a truck like a trophy
    Niggas still sleepin’ like I’m Jay Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie
    It’s cool I stay low key, keep a low pro
    Come out crushin’ shit just for fun like Co Flow
    Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go
    Ridin’ on the sound waves out your stereo
    In the procession to your burial
    Callin’ Hi Tek little Leon the professional
    I got the special flow listenin’ to estero
    Puffin’ vegetables and now I’m red to go
    The illest rhyme animal like Chuck
    Burn leech niggas like salt when i lay in the cut
    Think you about to blow when you continue to suck
    The shit I’ve been through
    Make me run up in your venue like What!
    I snatch the mic and ask the crowd what are y’all waitin’ for?
    They say nothin’ but that fat shit
    I got you, say no more i laid the law and all them
    Crab rappers played the floor I called them out
    A couple of them steeped up and I ate ‘em raw
    Some more wack niggas tried to spray the door but had no aim
    Later for them corn balls
    On the way out smacked them in they face with a methaphor
    For better or for worse you better call the nurse
    Before I send a cleaner and he get to your hospital room first

    (Chorus)
    What you wanna do? I’m runnin’ through your front line
    Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine
    One time ’cause it’s some kinda wonderful
    Don’t stand there lookin’ stupid, what you wanna do?
    (repeat)

    I’ll take your style and embarras it with
    Words beautifully written like Arabic
    Got niggas on the run ’cause the fire like chariot
    Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it
    Put it in your face like big gats and carried it like Harriet
    Various crews tried to bury us
    But we shut ‘em down like Sagiterious with
    That wack shit money you can’t be serious
    You niggas is hilarious actresses
    Runnin around the club pissy like ghetto matresses
    That’s why I smack these kids back to reality
    And how it be in actuality
    With ready to battle MCs who skip the fuckin’ formailties
    We spark it in any club or meat market
    Sweet artists don’t come on the block they become street targets
    If you want it I got it, come get it I’m with it
    Your career will be shorter than a midget
    And the world will know who did it
    I smack up these ho ass MCs like a gorilla pimp
    You comin’ out the box like a gimp, money you still a wimp
    My shit blow out filaments and light fixtures
    With the right mixture of words used as colors
    To paint the right picture
    Graphic masterpieces your whole shit is smashed to pieces
    Make you look at your man who rhyme and be like, "you not nasty like he is"
    Believe this when you see this, and don’t fuck with
    Me either, ‘cuz you’ll be down where my feet is
    Curled up in the fetus
    Cryin’ from the kicks, watch when I flip
    People gonna be buyin’ my shit like fiends dyin’ for a hit, so…

    (Chorus)



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