Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bright as the Stars, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Record label: Javotti Media
Song language: English
Bright as the Stars |
Haha yeah, but you brothers gotta be careful |
I mean that ain’t your average, garden variety |
Run of the mill gangster bullshit |
Y’all hardcore, but you got a edge |
Just look at ya, together |
You, you little black stovepipe colored nigga |
You are the same complexion as Marcus Garvey |
The man that brought self love |
To the black consciousness movement of the 1930s |
And now when we speak about complexion |
We move into (???) of where y’all comin from |
Yeah, red boned, variety covered |
Genie in a bottle lookin motherfucker |
You are the same complexion as Malcolm X |
Ooh I’m tellin you you brothers you’re gonna be large |
But like I said, you gotta be careful |
See, cuz you are tellin the truth |
(Talib Kweli) |
Me and my man came out to put it down |
Yeah, we bout to do it all over again |
Here we go |
A lotta cats like to get on the microphone and front |
They say they rollin the paper like they ran outta blunts |
Tell ya how much the Soundscan of the month |
The man tell you to just do it |
We never let the man take advantage of us |
You get props off the diamonds you rented |
I get my props off the rhymes I invented |
Cuz I spoke my mind and I meant it |
Like Tae Bo with a bow tie, kicked your ass with class |
And we still take it to Brooklyn when we ready to splash |
Me and Hi-Tek got you ready to blast |
I’m all ready to last, I stay hungry like I’m ready to fast |
Married to the movement like a (???) |
The rhyme veteran |
You actin real bitch right now like a lesbian thespian |
Since they let me in the back I’ve been droppin you |
(???), stay fresh and clean like hospitals |
In the war the Cris' poppin, the wallet to wrist watches |
You ever think the wrist is watchin you |
That’s why the cops is stoppin you |
Nigga please, they can track you down anywhere |
Your cell phone transmittin radiation through your ear |
Your 2-Way is way too new and obsolete next year |
Navigational system show you how to get there |
And you ain’t think about how you got here |
Do you know where you are? |
What happened today? |
Back in the day they used to follow the stars |
Spillin so much you gotta catch it in bottles and jars |
And make MCs eat their words and swallow their bars |
Oh my god |
(Talib Kweli and background singer) |
Kweli and I’m (bright as the stars that shine) |
Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine) |
(that's what I’m talkin about, yeah) |
Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine) |
(and you notice, yo) |
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars) |
(Mos Def) |
Uh it’s me (who?) Mos, the most beautiful, plain and unusual |
Black Star rockin with that hot shit you’re movin to |
Massively musical that creep into your tuner to |
The top of the dial shit, that you don’t know my style shit |
It’s what them Brooklyn niggas stay on foul wit' |
No matter what the scene is surroundin |
Yo, whether I’m on the grind or loungin |
I’m live and he say that I’m foundin |
Must suffer all the niggas I’m down wit' |
This announcement gon' keep the ghetto bouncin |
Where people find pleasure in measurements and ounces |
Midwest, big stress is more houses |
Down South slangin the twang that it’s pronounced in |
East on that foul shit, West, they straight clownin |
Black Star got the shit they all get down wit' |
Don’t tell me you gonna seen or been around in |
(Mos Def) Terror stricken on your block |
I am the mucher worker with the hottest hand |
I keep it cookin like pots and pans |
I know that haters got their plots and scams |
But they simply can’t stop my clan |
It’s mighty Mos and super Kwa, my man |
Black Star my fam |
About to move on the hearts of man |
Until a small heart of hearts expand |
Newer day, dog start the jam |
And I spit flame that spark the jam |
Heavy hittin shit across the fence |
In other words I’m of the wall with this |
I drop heavy jewels and ornaments |
To make 'em shine a little more with this |
(Talib Kweli and background singer) |
Black Star is (bright as the stars that shine) |
Mos Def is (bright as the stars that shine) |
Kweli is (bright as the stars that shine) |
(I wanna hear the guitar) |
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine) |
(yeah, come on, yeah) |
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine) |
(yeah, what we do, what we do, yo) |
We keep hip hop (bright as the stars that shine) |
(yeah, Brooklyn, uh) |
Keep hip hop (bright as the stars) |
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) |
(come on, everybody in the house tonight, yeah) |
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) |
(yeah, take it with me now, uh) |
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) |
(yeah, I’m feelin this one, come on) |
And all my people is (bright as the stars that shine) |
(how we do it yall, uh) |
(bright as the stars that shine) |