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"