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    Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Theives In The Night текст песни

    Theives In The Night

    [Talib Kweli]
    Yo Dee (What?)
    Come on (Yeah..)
    What? What? Come on
    (Yeah)

    "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis
    I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie
    I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye
    He looked at me, he thought about it
    Was like, "I’m clueless, why?"
    The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
    Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow
    And so tomorrow comin later than usual
    Waitin’ on someone to pity us
    While we findin beauty in the hideous
    They say money’s the root of all evil but I can’t tell
    YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills
    Or is it the mindstate that’s ill?
    Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build
    Over money and religion there’s more blood to spill
    The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal
    What’s the deal?
    A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
    But my language universal they be recitin my quotes
    While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat
    of thought, that my man Louis’ statements just provoked
    Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth
    Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth
    Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard
    Your firearms are too short to box with God
    Without faith, all of that is illusionary
    Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary

    [M.D.] Not strong
    [T.K.] Only aggressive
    [M.D.] Not free
    [T.K.] We only licensed
    [M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite
    [T.K.] Now who the nicest?
    [M.D.] Not good but well behaved
    [T.K.] Chasin after death
    so we can call ourselves brave?
    [M.D.] Still livin like mental slaves
    [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
    Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
    [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
    Illusions of oasis makin you look twice

    [Mos Def]
    Yo, I’m sure that everbody out listenin agree
    That everything you see ain’t really how it be
    A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
    Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
    Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
    Synthesized surface conceals the interior
    America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
    More than usually — speakin loudly, sayin nothin
    You confusin me, you losin me
    Your game is twisted, want me enlisted — in your usary
    Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
    Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
    Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
    Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
    Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
    Stars shine bright, but the light — rarely stays on
    Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
    Put you on a yacht but they won’t call it a slaveship
    Strangeness, you don’t control this, you barely hold this
    Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
    Suppose it’s, just another clever Jedi mind trick
    That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
    I find it’s distressin, there’s never no in-between
    We either niggaz or Kings
    We either bitches or Queens
    The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
    Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
    Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
    The length of black life is treated with short worth
    Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
    That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
    This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
    Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
    Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed
    That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
    Not free, we only licensed
    Not live, we just excitin
    Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
    Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
    Our sincerity’s rehearsed in stage, it’s just a game
    Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
    most of the things that we think, do, or say
    We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
    But everyday, next man meet with the grave
    I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
    I’m tryin to live life in the sight of God’s memory
    Like that y’all

    [Mos Def]
    A lot of people don’t understand the true criteria of things
    Can’t just accept the appearance
    Have to get the true essence

    [Talib Kweli]
    They ain’t lookin around

    [M.D.] Not strong
    [T.K.] Only aggressive
    [M.D.] Not free
    [T.K.] We only licensed
    [M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite
    [T.K.] Now who the nicest?
    [M.D.] Not good but well behaved
    [T.K.] Chasin after death
    so we can call ourselves brave?
    [M.D.] Still livin like mental slaves
    [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
    Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
    [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
    Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
    [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
    Illusions of oasis makin you look twice
    [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life
    Illusions of oasis makin you look twice

    [Mos Def (singing)]
    Stop hidin, stop hidin, stop hidin yo’ face
    Stop hidin, stop hidin, cause ain’t no hidin place
    * repeat 2X*

    (Ad libs to fade)



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