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    Talib Kweli We Got The Beat текст песни

    We Got The Beat

    [Talib Kweli]
    Yeah! Come on! What it is
    It’s the P-l-a-n-e-t R-o-c-k
    Kweli, BK, se-la-vis
    You could tell I be hell-a-free like college radio
    WQHT gonna play me though
    this hot shit is to fly like the cockpit
    got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips
    coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness
    now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness
    it’s like the heart of the artist become a target
    pop music is the black market
    recently we witness bizarre shit
    the war hit the same time as SARS hit
    terrorists send bombs at the concert
    the show must go on yo regardless
    I’m just some hip-hop kid to pop shit
    and get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit

    We got the beat to make the planet roooccccckkk
    (Come on, Come on)
    Yeah, Come on
    We got the beat to make the planet rooocccckkkk
    (Come on, Come on)

    [Talib Kweli]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    We got the planet to rock, Kweli’s standing on top
    I’m like a panther when I answer to cops
    and bust back before the man get a shot
    and the blood on their veins run cold like the cannibal lox
    and bring heat like the blood of the mammal that’s hot
    and keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart
    and watch time count down on the hands of the clock
    till the hour when the pinnacle start
    wow, and go fast like the bullet that ran through the dark
    the hollow tip ripped a man apart, blaow
    yo these soldiers die in petroleum wars
    think they fighting for the holliest cause
    it don’t matter if you muslim, hebrew, or you a christian
    information is the newest religion, is a true way of living
    ain’t no rule to a surpestition stop me with going through with my mission
    come on man

    [Hook with minor variations x2]

    [Talib Kweli]
    Come on get down, get down, get down, get down
    go ladies, go, go, go ladies, go, go
    Come on all my ghetto people stand strong
    we rocking on and on
    one for me, now rocking with the best and is Kweli
    you ain’t no MC like me, you just a clone like KFC
    Come on, B-Boys, B-Girls, we rocking the world


    [Talib rhyming over hook]
    Don’t belive niggaz running the place
    man everything is dangerous nothing is safe, nigga
    think you a man with a gun in your waist
    let the cops disrespect you right in front of your face
    take it out on your girl, punch her in the face
    you ain’t a thug you a waste of space
    nigga get out the way, B-boys gonna rock till the break!
    how much can a planet take

    [Repeat until end]
    We got the beat…

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