| Yeah
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| Kweli in the house
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| Dave West is what I’m talkin' about, you know?
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| Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh
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| Make a joy for noise until the lord people are floored
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| Cause the pen is mightier than the sword
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| Leavin' the floor
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| Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage
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| I got hooks and lines that sink y’all like a fisherman’s rod
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| I’m on mission for God he blessed me to spit it this hard
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| A lot of niggas start shit but they don’t finish the job
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| I’m like Minister Farrakhan or Africans who finished a marathon
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| The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn
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| No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on
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| Even if the dawn lit overhead I carry on
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| Like Flash Gordon the Scar on my Face is Brad Jordan
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| Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in
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| I want to cash all in
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| Or I start breakin' like glass jaw I put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'
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| Or fast forward just to catch what I said
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| Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on
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| Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
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| In the hour of chaos
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| We ain’t rappin' till they pay us, is that real?
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| We got babies
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| We got bills
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| Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel
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| And let it out (let it out)
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| Get it out (get it out)
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| Work it up (work it up)
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| Sweat it out
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| I don’t know
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| If you know
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| My history I do it big
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| Like Notorious did
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| Get on and play like this according to kid
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| Gangster like knock out Ned like Little Zane slayed all on his wiz
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| Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six
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| J-Lo, yo
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| Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low
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| Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo
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| I don’t know
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| If you know
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| My history you don’t know me
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| Choke the game till it’s blue like a varicose vein
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| And I can’t remember the last time I felt this terrible pain
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| And the whole shit blew up
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| Was it in vain?
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| They’ll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein
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| I’m lookin through the club I’m really searchin for who’s sane
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| The music got everyone crazy and who to blame
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| Be prepared think there’ll be some ugliness up in here
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| End up in intensive care with the vegetables there, you know?
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| It’s the black hand bustin' the tech
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| Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat
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| Swingin' for the upper deck
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| It’s the black man cuttin' a check
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| The nigga’s the boss
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| The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws
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| I spit on the floor
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| The right hook will get at your jaw
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| Make the track my baby mama when I’m hittin' it raw
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| I rap through:
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| Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force
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| So I spit at all the shit that I saw
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| I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes
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| The ones who smokin' cocaine so they don’t fuck up they nose
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| I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havana
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| Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera
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| From the land of the Alabama since the night in the Cali
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| Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally
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| Out the back of yo' Dinnali give you the skinny like Ally McBeal
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| It’s the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flash Gordon , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Right About Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп