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    Talib Kweli Supreme, Supreme текст песни

    Supreme, Supreme

    [Intro] {Talib Kweli}

    We on fire tonight
    Yeah, we on fire tonight
    Black Star in the house fo’ sho’ (Yeah)
    Yo, now everybody go… (C’mon)

    [Intro Chorus] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def}

    Ghet-to p-pole it’s time to ride (Supreme, Supreme)
    Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme, Yeah, Yeah)
    Side to side…

    [Verse 1] {Talib Kweli}

    ‘Bout to slap box with the beat
    The shit I spit is a snapshot of the street
    You can see the crack spot in the backdrop
    The heat in the stash box of the black drop
    You wonder why there’s more crime
    Free food, or a check the only time niggaz on line
    Getting information from the nigga-net
    The trickle-down theory guess it ain’t reached niggaz yet
    I make a bigger bet
    Kweli ’bout to be a bigger threat
    ‘Cuz there’s hardly any real niggaz left
    What the fuck these niggaz talking ’bout
    Living a movie but the audience is walking out
    I fight the temptation to rip the heart from your chest
    ‘Til there’s only five hard beats left
    It’s like a dead man walking
    I turn on the radio and I hear dead men talking


    Ghet-to p-pole it’s time to ride (Supreme, Supreme)
    Bay-b get involved go side to side (Supreme, Supreme)

    [Verse 2] {Mos Def}

    I got my headphones up like I’m listening close
    Face blank with expression it isn’t a joke
    Start fire, sit back and spit its smoke
    To get it provoked, blow it back to get in your throat
    Mad problems…Take all the niggaz you know
    Add that number up with every nigga you don’t
    Final number, some total of the niggaz that won’t
    Break me down, shake me of my fame, my style
    What time it is, crew you can hate me now
    And ten minutes from then you gon’ love me again
    Buck town republic again
    Writing on the wall trouble again
    Intensify struggle and such
    Killers, SadГѓЛ† lovers deluxe
    Sound garnered, for the wild hearted
    Downtrodden, up-starters
    Young violent, uprising
    Cocaine, and gunpowder
    Up north, or bus crowded
    Daily vibes to thug mountain
    Cold caves or peaks of high
    Think you present but unclear, and know how to hide
    If you wonder why you got so much on your mind
    ‘Cuz your living in a troubling time, this is a puzzling time
    Fall back without recovering time, and time’s up
    Brooklyn, put your dimes up

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Verse 3] {Mos Def + Talib Kweli}

    {Mos Def}
    I put feeling inside of my rap
    Hold it down for my side of the map
    No matter what north, south east or west side of the mat
    Bend a needle on the mind and it’s back

    {Talib Kweli}
    Got a problem with that?
    The holler back and the stars is black
    We the New Era you just a Starter cap
    Find out what happens when the artist in tact
    Be sharp as a tack, fall back you smarter than that

    {Mos Def}
    Or perhaps you just ain’t as smart as you think
    Figure 8′n on the thin ice part of the rink
    You a vessel that’s promised to sink
    Terra Firma ain’t as hard as you think
    Stare down, and you starting to blink

    {Talib Kweli}
    Like 182 this for fellas and the ladies who
    Don’t need to be spoon fed like baby food
    I take a bite out the track like a Sabre-tooth
    And spit out the truth
    ‘Til the cops come and spray the booth

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Outro] {Talib Kweli + Mos Def}

    Its all right with you its all right with me
    Do the damn thing what you wanna be (Supreme, Supreme)
    That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right
    That’s right, that’s right that’s right that’s right (Supreme, Supreme)

    [Repeated 3X More]


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