Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rocket Ships, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3D, Javotti Media
Song language: English
Rocket Ships |
Moving at the speed of a solution |
Bleeding in the streets as we’re breathing the pollution |
They’re saying that we need a revolution |
But their passion is reduced to all-caps on a computer |
Hey, every sixteen I make a sick scene |
Blood splattered all on you shirt like a Miskeen |
Y’all niggas trippin' like mescaline and mixed greens |
My flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristine |
You going green like Al Gore with 'em |
I make algorithms that got Malcolm in 'em |
God’s favorite, I’m sick as a doctor’s patient |
We live in a cold world, my job is to rock nations |
My occupation? |
Elation, a celebration of rebels |
Raise the levels and the decibels flagrant |
It’s too amazing how we be blazing, son |
Our flowers is the loudest, they crowd around us |
But cower in the shadows of the towers, boy |
Take a tour with it, bake the raw |
Where the beats so savage |
That it’s knuckles gon' scrape the floor |
Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off |
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off |
Yo, I plaster the nation, causing evacuation |
My manifestation got 'em patient from how I keeps it amazing |
See, I’m the reason niggas need some training |
While I’m inflicting the pain and making it suitable for any occasion |
I’m very engaging soon as I’m awaken |
Quickly back you up and bag your bitch |
She’s reminding me of Sanaa Lathan |
Rely on the hating while I’m smiling and waiting |
That’s when I embrace 'em |
If you try to front, you’ll be highly mistaken |
The mightiest making of a classic, alrighty, I’ll face it |
My psyche is ancient and I’m hiring, so try me, I’m patient |
Sorry, I’m lying, face it, I’m back for the taking |
I’m urgently giving niggas the courtesy of smashing their face in |
(Damn, can you cut his mic off?) |
See how we got 'em buggin' |
Cause they can’t believe what we have in the making |
Shit so historic, got me goin' for it while I bang the nation |
And do niggas greasier than a slab of bacon |
Bitch, you still cooking this pork in this house? |
Stop cooking that damn pork in this house |
The hell going on in here? |
Take a tour with it, bake the raw |
Where the beats so savage |
That it’s knuckles gon' scrape the floor |
Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off |
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off |
These rap niggas is bitches, nothing but suckers to me |
Sacrifice myself for the music and let them suffer through me |
Your weak product is nothing to me |
I only feel effects when I fuck with Louis |
Yep, I get buck in the studio like I’m Evil Dee |
Pulling strings like the Muppet movie |
Shining my light like Mos calling his mother Umi |
Who’s the hottest regardless of who’s flaming? |
We ain’t talkin' 'bout the best until you mention my name |
Who’re you kidding? |
The truest spitting |
I’ll break you like a mirror so it’s clearer |
That we don’t believe in superstition |
These new additions need supervision |
Thinking that they can spit it in the booth like me |
What are you stupid? |
Listen |
I’ve been official, it’s been official, I’m too consistent |
I make a claim cause I’m too official for euphemisms |
Staying in the cut like a new incision |
I’ll put you on your ass like True Religion |
So give it up for the truest living |
Take a tour with it, bake the raw |
Where the beats so savage |
That it’s knuckles gon' scrape the floor |
Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off |
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off |