Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hostile Gospel Pt. 1, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Eardrum, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 |
| And what the people say? |
| We wanna live it up |
| And what the people want? |
| Please deliver us |
| And what the people need? |
| Hey… |
| I got that, yeah |
| I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death |
| I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds |
| What become of the vets? |
| They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt |
| There ain’t no love and no respect, |
| it’s like a gang it’s like a club or a set |
| Hip-Hop's the new WWF |
| What do you rap or do you wrestle? |
| Niggaz love to forget |
| We got til it’s gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards |
| Your topical norm a tropical storm, it’s a fuckin disaster |
| Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus |
| They couldn’t find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts |
| Is he a backpacker? |
| Is he a mad rapper? |
| An entertainer or the author of the last chapter |
| We living in these times of love and cholera |
| Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous |
| We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit |
| We still waitin for the Congress to acknowledge this~! |
| What the people want? |
| Please deliver us |
| We wanna live it up, please deliver us |
| Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel |
| I’m reaching through the fire — please deliver us |
| I’m preaching to the choir — please deliver us |
| Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood |
| Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow |
| You ain’t promised tomorrow, so get your paper up |
| You can’t always just borrow and asks for favors bruh |
| Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor’s stuff |
| Karma’s a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin bruh |
| I start a conversation based on general observation |
| Hip-Hop is not a nation, take it to population |
| Niggaz got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan |
| Awaitin trial debatin how the hell I got placed in this system |
| Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination? |
| They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement |
| You hear the congregation; |
| this is the hostile gospel |
| The truth is hard to swallow it’ll leave you scarred tomorrow |
| Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled |
| I’m the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D’Amato |
| DJs stickin to vinyl like «Fuck Serato» |
| Suppliers who ride around the block, in the custom models |
| Ballin like the struck the lotto you know who the cleanest is |
| A nigga keep it reeich with the stitch and greedy geniuses |
| I’m not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker pimp |
| Expose the game, treat it like a bitch |
| Smack fire out these hoes, |
| cause they snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth |
| You can’t trust a soul in the biz, so be careful who you eatin with |
| and sleepin with and also who you chiefin with |
| You never know they might’ve added in secret ingredients |
| Freedom’s a road that’s seldom traveled, watch hell unravel |
| Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle |
| The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water |
| And not take the hand of every man who make a offer |
| To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids |
| Like, «I bet they neighborhood ain’t like this» |
| White kids wishin they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers |
| It’s all backwards it’s identity crisis |
| The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us |
| Drug suppliers is the health care providers |
| We cakin, makin narcotics outta household products |
| We ain’t workin out 'til we exorcise the demons that’s inside us |
| Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves |
| Enough dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves |
| It’s officially nigga season, these niggaz is bleedin |
| That’s why I’m spittin freedom we had enough of trigger squeezin |
| In these tryin days and times |
| All I need is to be free |
| I can’t do it on my own |
| Lord can you deliver me? |
| There are trials still to come |
| It’s salvation that I need |
| So I’m reachin to the sky |
| Lord can you deliver me? |
| Deliver us… |
| Deliver us, yeah |
| Deliver us, ohhhhhhhhhh |
| Oh, deliver us |
| Deliver us |
| Ohhhhh Deliver us yes |
| Deliver us, deliver us, deliver us |
| Yeah yeah yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh… |