Artist: Talib Kweli Album: Prisoner of Conscious Song: Human Mic Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Talib Kweli] I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit who graduated from stabbin and grabbin a biscuit It's sick and tragic how antagonistic we get, when there's no power, it goes sour I seen them crossin the bridge by the masses covered in the ashes of both towers Native New Yorker, the way that we talk make 'em an offer that you can't refuse, come back later on after you thought it over Look out for them shooters, they'll be poppin up at the opera to pop ya, the daughter's payin for the sins of the godfather Popular music got 'em confusin killers and artists I kill it the hardest, competition dearly departed They feelin some sort of way cause my flow revealin they garbage I'm makin 'em throw it up, you just makin the people vomit When it come, to this rhymin I'm a legend like Tutankhamun or the Chupacabra, the way I weave it together and tie the knot up Made a macramé of macabre, you a Daiquiri with a shot of the Amaretto, you sweet as a girly drink - oh the horror Throw it back, Cognac, I'm the best, you know that You could have your own opinion but not, your own facts On track, as the most prolific ever The most consistently viciously off the rip, we be rippin it like a shredder Some symphony hall shit, gettin higher than your falsetta It's gettin better, drop a +Pearl+ every +Jam+ like Eddie Vedder Very fed up with self-appointed preservers of past eras who never see they reflection when they walkin past mirrors They got bitten and now they smitten with the taste of blood, ain't take enough drugs for the sleepin, they weepin and fuckin they makeup up Uh, I raise the bar and my weight is up All this hate is just confused unadulterated love The eyes are the windows to the soul and my shade is up Advocate for artists regardless cause I got faith in us (faith in us) For the workers who don't get paid enough who take the bus Hands way too rough for the paper cuts As far as they concerned food on the table the only way to love It take a slum village to raise a child, you gotta raise it up (raise it up) Raise it up (raise it up) raise it up (raise it up) Take it up (take it up) take it up {*echoes to the end*}