| And what the people say? |
| We wanna live it up
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| And what the people want? |
| Please deliver us
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| And what the people need? |
| Hey…
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| I got that, yeah
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| I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
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| I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds
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| What become of the vets? |
| They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
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| There ain’t no love and no respect,
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| it’s like a gang it’s like a club or a set
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| Hip-Hop's the new WWF
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| What do you rap or do you wrestle? |
| Niggaz love to forget
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| We got til it’s gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards
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| Your topical norm a tropical storm, it’s a fuckin disaster
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| Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus
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| They couldn’t find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts
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| Is he a backpacker? |
| Is he a mad rapper?
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| An entertainer or the author of the last chapter
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| We living in these times of love and cholera
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| Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
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| We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit
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| We still waitin for the Congress to acknowledge this~!
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| What the people want? |
| Please deliver us
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| We wanna live it up, please deliver us
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| Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
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| I’m reaching through the fire — please deliver us
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| I’m preaching to the choir — please deliver us
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| Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
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| Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow
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| You ain’t promised tomorrow, so get your paper up
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| You can’t always just borrow and asks for favors bruh
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| Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor’s stuff
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| Karma’s a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin bruh
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| I start a conversation based on general observation
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| Hip-Hop is not a nation, take it to population
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| Niggaz got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan
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| Awaitin trial debatin how the hell I got placed in this system
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| Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination?
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| They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement
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| You hear the congregation; |
| this is the hostile gospel
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| The truth is hard to swallow it’ll leave you scarred tomorrow
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| Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled
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| I’m the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D’Amato
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| DJs stickin to vinyl like «Fuck Serato»
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| Suppliers who ride around the block, in the custom models
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| Ballin like the struck the lotto you know who the cleanest is
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| A nigga keep it reeich with the stitch and greedy geniuses
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| I’m not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker pimp
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| Expose the game, treat it like a bitch
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| Smack fire out these hoes,
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| cause they snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth
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| You can’t trust a soul in the biz, so be careful who you eatin with
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| and sleepin with and also who you chiefin with
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| You never know they might’ve added in secret ingredients
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| Freedom’s a road that’s seldom traveled, watch hell unravel
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| Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle
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| The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water
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| And not take the hand of every man who make a offer
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| To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids
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| Like, «I bet they neighborhood ain’t like this»
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| White kids wishin they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers
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| It’s all backwards it’s identity crisis
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| The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us
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| Drug suppliers is the health care providers
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| We cakin, makin narcotics outta household products
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| We ain’t workin out 'til we exorcise the demons that’s inside us
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| Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves
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| Enough dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves
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| It’s officially nigga season, these niggaz is bleedin
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| That’s why I’m spittin freedom we had enough of trigger squeezin
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| In these tryin days and times
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| All I need is to be free
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| I can’t do it on my own
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| Lord can you deliver me?
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| There are trials still to come
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| It’s salvation that I need
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| So I’m reachin to the sky
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| Lord can you deliver me?
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| Deliver us…
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| Deliver us, yeah
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| Deliver us, ohhhhhhhhhh
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| Oh, deliver us
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| Deliver us
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| Ohhhhh Deliver us yes
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| Deliver us, deliver us, deliver us
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| Yeah yeah yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Eardrum, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп