Artist: Talib Kweli & Styles P f/ Chris Rivers, Rapsody Album: The Seven Song: Let it Burn Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Styles P & Talib Kweli] Open your eyes (yea, tell me what ya see) MC's on deck (this the elite squad) You shall see (start recognizin your privileges) Yeah (before they start weaponizin these lyricists) [Styles P] All praises due to Allah But we worship the dollar, so what we gon' do for Jihad? I was hard in the booth, in the yard, the hallway Then I got wise, gave a lil' juice to the gods Your body's your temple, try to keep the lesson intact Progression is forward, regression is back (back back back) But if you make it to the essence that's a blessing in fact Fuck a stripper, I got Mother Nature makin it clap I could rain dance a rain rhyme, pass me a track I adapt to the boom-bap, mic and the strap Gimme a dap, real rap, I'm ahead of the pack This is Kweli and Ghost In every rhyme kickin in the morning with 'em hatin this, probably a roach I can talk to the walls, been walked on, listen dawg I'm different, always use a godly approach Ain't the new Black Star but shit I'm the +Mos+ [Talib Kweli] Dope - like Mac Miller, we black 'zilla These wack niggaz gotta give us dap but they be gettin too close I abhor violence but I'm a bar away from grippin the toast Your assumptions is a slippery slope, you scared to pick up the soap Just stay away from the crime life When you offer up critique of the Zeitgeist they slittin your throat Yo that's why I'm like show me the limelight, what's twisted They destroyed a young black and gifted, so I'm stayin on mission Some of my niggaz got that blonde ambition Want a test, ain't no competition, nigga my god is livin Stayin true, I play it blue like it's foul language What we livin through way more offensive, this is our anguish (solidarity) Our pain is no illusion, no matter how you frame it (solidarity) We spit our life, you actin like it's just entertainment Nah, that's what a fetish is Hip-Hop way more than cars, clothes and necklaces [Chorus: Chris Rivers] Ha! Chemtrails in the air Ha, let it burn, let it burn A nigga wishin he was there Wait yo' turn, wait yo' turn Nah, you think you're different but you're not boy No, you think you're livin but you're not boy [Rapsody] Dollars circulate for some jewelry or cars You Bambi runnin back in the forest I know 'bout bright lights and that they all ain't for us I know we at war and that I'm just like Forrest Black man on my shoulder, recitin Raphael chorus Gonna miss me like Nike Airs, crisp tees this summer, I'm comin for ya Halfway there like La Toya, the +Heart Don't Lie+ Everybody rockin Jordans can't fly, 5'3" with a 6'9" stride Got a leg up on whoever, my employer is 9 I'm only one away from a dime We don't change up, we just a better version this time I bet we get it right the next time Millions march and they still buildin Dakota pipelines I'm still writin pipe lines, crap! Prince said this a sign of the times I'm waitin on a day that I cover a Time My mother said the love of the blessed so I am just like her You couldn't picture a writer like I with a Leica Flash it, I descend for the cipher There's more wisdom to come, even my dull shit brighter But pay me no mind if you don't know what the price is What the price is [Chorus] [Chris Rivers] Nah, you think we trippin, these are knots boy Woo! You think we flippin, we got plots boy!