Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy Moly, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Eardrum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Holy Moly |
| Yeah, as a kid growin up in Brooklyn, my pops was a DJ |
| He had a bunch of records — funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul |
| There was this one gospel record I liked like, like |
| Like holy moly, I might get some religion and leave you holy holy |
| Yeah, this rhyme is so fat it’s roly poly |
| I give you intimate details so you can get to know me |
| These corporate rappers like «Why this dude pickin on me?» |
| You rap your way to the top, but now it’s gettin lonely |
| Kids is hungry and you lookin like a steak from Nick & Toni’s |
| But don’t nobody want your jewels, cause your shit is phony |
| Say word? |
| Your shit is real? |
| Damn, your shit is corny |
| My rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley |
| And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe |
| Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from New York |
| Started out skatin for Zoo York |
| Word hangin out at The Gavin, I was very lucky |
| To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley |
| Got him on «Respiration», that’s pre-Badu |
| Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo |
| Sometimes I feel like I’m drownin I gotta tread water |
| Head above the water I always remember Headquarters |
| Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind focused |
| I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define opus |
| Sometimes hopeless people, fill my thoughts with evil |
| My record so hard it broke the needle |
| At the Mixtape Awards niggas act like they don’t give a fuck though |
| And disrespect the legacy of Justo |
| What the blood claat? |
| No, let the blood flow |
| You ain’t come to pay your respect, then what you come fo'? |
| Too many good niggas die, it’s like a stop loss |
| Hood niggas ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce |
| How you hard? |
| The cops lettin 50 shots off |
| Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat |
| You are not Short, you are not Katt |
| You’re not a player or a pimp, money stop that |
| Learn to master your speech and be eloquent |
| Rappers keep peddlin sweets, the beats weaker than gelatin |
| We used to kick up dust, now we settlin |
| Rest in peace to Dilla, Weldon, we can’t forget you |
| Professor X and, Proof we miss you, word |
| Rest in peace to Shaka, twenty one gun salute |
| In the air like «BLAKA BLAKA BLAKA» |
| You’re still here cause you’re livin through me |
| You’re like a gift God has given to me |
| Uh, uh, uh, what? |