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    Talib Kweli & Hi Tek Too Late текст песни

    Too Late

    Yo when the bass thump the place jump
    Like it’s way crunk yeah
    Fake punks get they face lumped
    Sent to the most high by the most fit
    You gotta do fuck that almost shit
    The fam is close knit
    You diggin’ know the clock don’t stop tickin’
    Glocks still spittin’ the whole block politickin’
    Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrival
    Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival
    Songs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the Bible
    Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head ‘it’s suicidal’
    It’s the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter
    Rolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddha
    And see through the overspecialized, underpressurized
    No lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerized
    With empty rhetoric, they better quit
    Niggas so hollow that they echo like sentiments

    Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted
    Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets
    Where were you the day hip-hop died?
    Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x)

    Kwa is chillin’, Tone is chillin’
    What more can I say, we stay building
    And make killings
    Take children through the wilderness, by the hand
    It’s a great feeling, show ‘em how to be a man
    Exactly, pack trees in my khakis
    My sound fat like a knee
    While you thin like a Mackey
    C’mon, shine so bright when I walk by
    You got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye
    What! Say something
    You stay fronting
    It ain’t nothing, let off like I’m big game hunting
    Me and Tek stay way blunted
    Wave running on beaches with white sand
    With a slight tan
    Smack the mic stand with my right hand
    When I’m excited
    Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it
    On fire like property lost to riots
    Yo, ain’t no stopping us when we all united


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