| Moving at the speed of a solution
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| Bleeding in the streets as we’re breathing the pollution
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| They’re saying that we need a revolution
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| But their passion is reduced to all-caps on a computer
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| Hey, every sixteen I make a sick scene
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| Blood splattered all on you shirt like a Miskeen
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| Y’all niggas trippin' like mescaline and mixed greens
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| My flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristine
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| You going green like Al Gore with 'em
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| I make algorithms that got Malcolm in 'em
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| God’s favorite, I’m sick as a doctor’s patient
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| We live in a cold world, my job is to rock nations
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| My occupation? |
| Elation, a celebration of rebels
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| Raise the levels and the decibels flagrant
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| It’s too amazing how we be blazing, son
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| Our flowers is the loudest, they crowd around us
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| But cower in the shadows of the towers, boy
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| Take a tour with it, bake the raw
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| Where the beats so savage
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| That it’s knuckles gon' scrape the floor
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| Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off
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| Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off
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| Yo, I plaster the nation, causing evacuation
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| My manifestation got 'em patient from how I keeps it amazing
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| See, I’m the reason niggas need some training
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| While I’m inflicting the pain and making it suitable for any occasion
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| I’m very engaging soon as I’m awaken
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| Quickly back you up and bag your bitch
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| She’s reminding me of Sanaa Lathan
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| Rely on the hating while I’m smiling and waiting
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| That’s when I embrace 'em
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| If you try to front, you’ll be highly mistaken
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| The mightiest making of a classic, alrighty, I’ll face it
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| My psyche is ancient and I’m hiring, so try me, I’m patient
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| Sorry, I’m lying, face it, I’m back for the taking
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| I’m urgently giving niggas the courtesy of smashing their face in
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| (Damn, can you cut his mic off?)
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| See how we got 'em buggin'
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| Cause they can’t believe what we have in the making
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| Shit so historic, got me goin' for it while I bang the nation
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| And do niggas greasier than a slab of bacon
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| Bitch, you still cooking this pork in this house?
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| Stop cooking that damn pork in this house
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| The hell going on in here?
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| Take a tour with it, bake the raw
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| Where the beats so savage
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| That it’s knuckles gon' scrape the floor
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| Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off
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| Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off
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| These rap niggas is bitches, nothing but suckers to me
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| Sacrifice myself for the music and let them suffer through me
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| Your weak product is nothing to me
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| I only feel effects when I fuck with Louis
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| Yep, I get buck in the studio like I’m Evil Dee
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| Pulling strings like the Muppet movie
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| Shining my light like Mos calling his mother Umi
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| Who’s the hottest regardless of who’s flaming?
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| We ain’t talkin' 'bout the best until you mention my name
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| Who’re you kidding? |
| The truest spitting
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| I’ll break you like a mirror so it’s clearer
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| That we don’t believe in superstition
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| These new additions need supervision
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| Thinking that they can spit it in the booth like me
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| What are you stupid? |
| Listen
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| I’ve been official, it’s been official, I’m too consistent
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| I make a claim cause I’m too official for euphemisms
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| Staying in the cut like a new incision
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| I’ll put you on your ass like True Religion
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| So give it up for the truest living
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| Take a tour with it, bake the raw
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| Where the beats so savage
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| That it’s knuckles gon' scrape the floor
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| Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off
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| Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rocket Ships , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп