Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inekwelity, artist - Diabolic. Date of issue: 23.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Inekwelity |
| Yo I thought they gave you fair warning, bitch |
| You should’ve listened |
| You know you done fucked up, right |
| Diabolic, ha ha ha |
| One, two, three |
| Rest in peace Talib Kweli |
| Crying like make it stop |
| That shit isn’t hiphop, you ho |
| I did some research read your piece it needs work |
| Ain’t medium dot com the place you buy your tee shirts |
| I had a knee jerk reaction while you cry and tremble |
| Petrified not only do you generalize you lie in general |
| Doubting my potential cause my skin is white |
| Shit if writing’s your super power making sense is kryptonite |
| But don’t doubt the fact I’ll show up at your crib tonight |
| And hit you with a right for each thing you wrote I didn’t like |
| Online picking fights 'til Pen and Tech addressed it |
| Not for me they stepped in so this bitch wouldn’t get his head split |
| Then you said if I was sorry you’d apologize |
| Followed by a convo 'bout the boys Bambatta sodomized |
| Do not deny the truth ho you asked for evidence |
| And that’s the precedent you set when Tech was at your residence |
| Now I’m addressing it to fill the part that’s missing |
| And the parts you skipped in all that Kickstarter shit you started kicking |
| Disregard the fiction I’m not the only artist living |
| To fuck a few orders up doesn’t mean they aren’t shipping |
| I’ve given back to this culture and it’s clear |
| The only vultures that appeared circle over your career |
| Yeah you popped off once stock dropped off jump |
| So severe your whole career’s become a sophomore slump |
| Chump I walk through crowded sidewalks in Bedstuy |
| Bump shoulders and knock this punk over just to get by |
| Then I meet Swave Sevah at the back bar |
| At a Black Star show wondering where the fuck the blacks are |
| So how you go on Twitter with the nerve to act hard |
| Your crowd’s the same as one at Talladega watching NASCAR |
| You wack par as far as rhyming to beats |
| You’re too busy finding Kelis to hide behind when there’s beef |
| You’re too busy with the scene telling lies in your tweets |
| If you were real Mr Green you’d do it live in the streets |
| While I’d make sure the prophecy still holds true |
| Stop fronting ain’t dropped something quality since '02 |
| That’s probably why you feel so obsolete and old school |
| In boat shoes fresh off your shopping spree at Whole Foods |
| You’re like so cool in your French heels and neckerchiefs |
| 'Til I fire cannons out of left field like Cespedes |
| When your homie Niko’s left feeling pressed a bit |
| In LA you do nothing protects the kid |
| That’s my regiment so if I were trying to silence you |
| I would now shut the fuck up here’s what I would do if were you |
| I’d find a crew like mine to squeeze a round at tyrants who |
| Really hold your people down not tweet at clowns to ride for you |
| But that’s too live for you that’s why my record player’s |
| Playing Respiration while every breath you’re taking’s through a respirator |
| Shedding rays of light like neon gas |
| Don’t need Vinia singing to put Kweli on blast |
| Just throw a beat on won’t see Sean you’re beyond trash |
| Dream on I’ll air a smith at your peon ass |
| Like it’s my theme song Steven’s got them screams on smash |
| Your CD’s for rolling weed on my Nissan dash |
| Now be gone fast quick before the topic’s trending |
| Hashtag the revolution’s not a Twitter war so stop pretending |
| Admit it you’re just immature and condescending |
| Cause we’ve seen the shit before throwing fits when your with Donald Lemon |
| A common ending to any topic of discussion |
| You’re involved with Obnoxious you gossip it’s disgusting |
| Everybody’s a nobody 'til proper introductions |
| Guess what nobody’s bodying your knowledge and instruction |
| Honestly it’s nothing but hang tough don’t forfeit |
| Who am I kidding I just wanna bring up some more shit |
| You say stuff like you should thank us for all this |
| Fine thank you Kweli for bankrupting Rawkus |
| Thanks for generalizing when it generally serves you |
| Exhibit A I didn’t know Remedy Urkel |
| You nerds will twist words and deflect in these circles |
| Scared to look in the mirror cause that reflection’s eternal |
| Step in the lab with that aggression and spaz |
| I’ll shit on you and wipe with the confederate flag |
| Go to Twitter for support the only weapon you have |
| But I don’t care about those kids like Mos Def as a dad |
| Toe tagged if we battle you’ll be dwelling on race |
| I’ll smoke a blunt to the head you’ll take an L to your face |
| Cause to me melanin’s your least relevant trait |
| Before that there’s petty pussy fragile selfish and fake |
| But wait you’re revolutionary right those are just rhymes |
| Cause real revolutionaries fight on the Frontlines |
| So when it comes time for you to die true indeed |
| This tune will be played on boomboxes at your eulogy |
| One, two, three |
| Rest in peace Talib Kweli |
| Crying like make it stop |
| That shit isn’t hiphop, you ho |