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  • Talib Kweli »

    Talib Kweli Twice Inna Lifetime текст песни

    Twice Inna Lifetime

    [Talib Kweli]
    Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word…) So we
    figurin’, if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y’know what I’m sayin?
    (True, true, true…) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
    So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch…

    [Jane Doe]
    Hail Mary, ‘matta fact hail Jane
    Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaine
    My affirmations kill emcees like assasination
    Bringin’ you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
    Or vaccine, I shine like Vaseline
    Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
    My vocab expand like a rubber band
    Walkin’ nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
    Niggaz just don’t understand my reasons, I transcend like season
    And scar these rappers like legion
    It’s treason, my suspension attract attention
    I’m ventin’, givin’ these chickenheads detention
    Did I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane Doe
    Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
    You don’t know, this is just half my potential
    Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
    It’s essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrian
    They bless me on the track cuz I attack wit’ the estrogen
    Rhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it up
    When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!

    [Wordsworth]
    Yo…get it…yo
    Yo, we fortified live, supportin’ allies
    The wack is tryin’ to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
    But here is some’n the cryin’ talk about
    The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
    That led to God and Satan’s fallin’ out
    Encourage the liquor for those who ain’t here that you pourin’ out
    On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
    Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
    Sony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes
    Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin’ stock
    So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
    Rain of acid drops, seek some help
    Now don’t rewind, get it the first time,
    Shouldn’t have to repeat myself
    Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
    In rhyme bouts you’ll dial 9, just to get a line out
    Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
    Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
    Emcees I’m testin’ like diseases injected in gerbils
    Wordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what…

    [Talib Kweli]
    My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conk
    Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
    Thinkin’ they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
    Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
    I’m comin’ cleaner than vaccinations
    My fascination with character assassination,
    Got these niggaz burnin’ like sensation
    We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
    Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patches
    So YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram…)
    My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like Parasucos
    So there’s no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
    Like the bitches that they are, takin’ pictures with stars
    And got ‘em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
    Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
    Think I’m jokin’? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
    See through the fake schemes, wipin’ your slate clean
    Like a squeegee, we be lightin’ shit up like phosphorus
    Turnin’ flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin’ to optimus
    You stoppin’ us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
    You pickin’ the wrong time, steppin’ to me when I’m in my prime like Optimus
    Transformin’, from rookie of the year to veteran
    Hip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicine
    But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
    I got to many reasons, save your ‘whys’ and ‘what fors’

    CHORUS:
    [Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I’m lettin’ you know (let ‘em know,
    yo!)
    Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)
    [Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emcee
    We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree

    [Punchline]
    Check it…
    I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
    Get deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garment
    I touch topics that try to open up your optics
    Vacate in the Tropics, you dodgin’ bullets in the projects
    Cut the nonsense, I’m hotter than alot a men
    Start honorin’, got more wifeys than Solomon
    Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb
    Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on
    Once you get on, it’s fair you can’t trust (Yes!)
    Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third month
    I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
    Call me diamond, cuz I’m your girl’s best friend
    Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
    I’ll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
    And then I’ll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
    Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
    My gat claps, 50% of the wack
    Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit’ the fat cap
    Get robbed for your ASCAP, leave you inside
    Fortified live, reppin’ NY ’til I die!

    [Mos Def]
    Black body radiation situation that we workin’ wit’
    My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin’ services
    The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
    We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergerence
    Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
    I’m rockin this from here to where the purges live
    To Brooklyn where the merchants live
    Next door to the murderers
    And bourbon is a elder man’s medicinal alternative
    My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat Jeeps
    Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
    My crew wasn’t that deep, but beef we didn’t act sweet
    Treadin’ on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feet
    Flashy, it was between DeKalb and Pulasky
    Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
    They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
    And SWAT are either sittin’ in Clinton or Kaksaki
    Man Rudolph can screw off! You too soft to stop us
    You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
    Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
    Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon’ be locked up
    Hide yaself like Donna Summer, another number one
    And comin’ from the underground, this is how it’s comin’ down
    Baby let me run it down,
    Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor..<ahem> umm..E!
    Excuse me! Just ate another emcee!
    Sometimes that’s just how it be
    Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
    We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS!



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