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Artist: Talib Kweli & Styles P f/ Jadakiss, NIKO IS, Sheek Louch
Album:  The Seven
Song:   Nine Point Five
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: scratches by Shylow]
"Kweli"
"The truth, the truth when it come to this rap shit"
"We ain't come here for the chit-chat"
"Kill all the yappin, let's make it happen - stand up"
"Yeah, come kick it with Styles P"
"Truth when it come to this rap shit"
"We ain't come here for the chit-chat"
"Kill all the yappin, let's-let's-let's make it happen"

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, as time goes by, an eye for an eye
That's the best way to keep everybody blind
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon' die
Cause like my man Chaz Van say the vibes don't lie
Man get your hands up in the sky, wave 'em from side to side
Cause I'm twenty years plus, still killin it right
This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it's 9.5
You make the earth quake of shakin it up like fault line
Now when I talk about vibe, what I mean is organic
We plantin seeds for the trees, we need to breathe on the planet
Indeed we really take the planet for granted, bulldoze the granite at Standing Rock
(Pay attention) We plundered and we wonder why the planet hot
Made in His image, are we worshippin the man or not?
Got uncomfortable feelin every time I hear "Planet Rock" (damn)
Disappointed in the leadership, hand to God
Evidence is more than the images the cameras shot
You follow blind faith it make you seem unclean
But faith is only evidence of things I've seen
Cause information make it harder for us to follow discussions
But educated guesses beat wild assumptions
Information lead to knowledge, knowledge lead to wisdom
Wisdom lead to understandin, once you have all that you start demandin justice
Justice is what love look like in public
I ain't just writin for it; I'm out here fightin for it

[Chorus 2X: NIKO IS]
We some real motherfuckers on the rise
Under pressure but over the lies
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
'Bout to shake the world up on my 9.5

[Sheek Louch]
Talib, what up dawg... D-BLOCK!

Contemplatin, I be hatin how we comin up short
Fillin up court, my skin pigment new +Black Thought+
Tellin me lies, ain't nothin about you movin no pies
Fabricatin on your Instagram - listen fam
You a king but you carry yourself way too wing
Songs I sing is prophesized, modern day Haile Selassie
Coke bars singin young papi
Now, who want this four-pound of knowledge I shoot?
Still wavy Rolex on, bitch callin me cute
Hands up for some real niggaz, when I rise you rise
Right now I ain't got no more tries
Mom's chillin watchin over me, no more cries

[Jadakiss]
Uh-uh, AH-HAH!
No more tears, right now no more years
And we could throw a million protests, no one cares
Cause we just get all out of character and throw some chairs
Eventually they burn us out and tell us "Go somewhere"
But the love is too genuine and wholesome here
That's why the light ain't too bright but the road look clear
Yeah, personally I got my bread as a crook
But once I finish with the work I dip my head in a book
There's room in the bed, either at the head or the foot
I tell you this, hip-hop ain't as dead as it looks
Naw, diversions to cover up the lies
We some real motherfuckers on the rise
What?

[Chorus]

[Styles P]
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
You won't hear a tear drop when a young child cries
Made in God's image but tell me do God lie?
You're deceivin, is it racism in the sky?
I believe in God, but not man word here
Yeah I got my third eye, wish I had my third ear
Seventh sense, got my sixth sense, in third gear
On a highway to hell, learn how to swerve fear
It's deep talk or street talk
It's war talk or it's peace talk
Get the hemp paper, tear the leaf off
Spoke like you woke, but you're actin all sleep dawg
The wolves give a fuck about sheep talk
The rich give a fuck about cheap talk
How figuring angles, ways to knock the beast off
This is Satan's house but we plannin to break the lease off
Me and Kweli on the rise
Ghost, but you see some Ali in his eyes
Pressure bust pipes but it still make diamonds
Shinin, see the silver linin in the sky
I don't ride waves cause I'm my own tide
Learn to be peaceful, dealt my own pride
Ego, the feeble will always make the stride to take the strong out
Know hard work, took the long route
And I could do it two more times
Or matter of fact, a few more times
Tell your favorite MC to make a few more rhymes
Then meet us on "The Seven" tour; what he feelin threatened for?
We gon' kill him lyrically, what he bring his weapons for?
Hands up, stand up, what you think we reppin for?
We some real motherfuckers, don't you know that?
Lyrically, you gon' get this picture like a Kodak

[Outro: scratches by Shylow]
"We ain't come here for the chit-chat"
"Kill all the yappin, let's make it happen"
"We ain't, we ain't come here for the chit-chat"
"Kill-Kill all the yappin, let's make it happen"
"We ain't come here for the chit-chat"
"Kill all the yappin, let's make it happen"
"We ain't come here for the chit-chat"
"Kill all the yappin, let's-let's-let's make it happen"