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    Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli The Blast текст песни

    The Blast

    Let me, let me practice.. hehehe, ehehe
    Talib.. T’Kwi, Kweli — I can’t say it!
    That’s wack..

    [Talib Kweli] (Vinia Mojica)
    Yeah, you pronounce my name (Kweli), any questions?
    I bring many blessings with my man Hi-Tek and he from the Natti (Natti)
    We make the sky crack, feel the fly track,
    Get your hands up like a hijack
    Fist in the air for (Kweli), keep ‘em there like
    Natural mystic or smoke when they spliffs lit
    It’s a revolutionary (party), they ask me what I’m writin for
    I’m writin to show you what we fightin for
    Say Taleeb or Talib (Kweli), if it’s hard try spellin it phonetically
    If not then just let it be like Nina Simone,
    You probably (ably) don’t listen B
    Even when we suffer loses I account the victory
    Sometimes it’s far and between I’m sad to say
    It got my brain crowded like sunset on a Saturday
    I know my son wept ’cause his dad’s away
    Stop cryin be strong for your momma is what I had to say

    [Chorus 1]
    To my little man named Amani (mani)
    Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
    Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
    It’s got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli
    Who make you rock your body (body)
    Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
    Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
    It’s got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli

    [Hi-Tek]
    I remember when it all started
    Back in the day when me and moms first parted
    Hi-Tek from the beginnin I stayed advanced
    A young chameleon, adapt to any circumstance
    Peep game nigga never been a lazy nigga
    Stayed on my hustle concentrate to get the paper bigger
    Stay focused, while other cats stay hopeless
    While niggas stay high I stay lower
    Stacking my chips to get a foreclosure
    This shit ain’t over..
    Going for the gusto, keep getting that provo
    It’s Hi-Tek (and Kweli) on the track like Flo Jo
    Bet you ain’t even know I had flow though

    [Chorus 2]
    Yo, make you rock your body (body)
    Start the party, my crew hot feel these two shots
    Like the blast from a double barrel shottie (shottie)
    It’s got to be, your man Hi-Tek and Kweli

    [repeat 3x]
    Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing
    {Overlapping} oh oh ohhhhhh, yeah yeahhhhhhh

    Keep on dancing, ya gotta keep on dancing..



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