Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Human Mic, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3D, Javotti Media
Song language: English
Human Mic |
I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit |
Who graduated from stabbing and grabbing a biscuit |
It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get |
When it’s no power go sour, |
I seen him crossing a bridge by the masses, |
Covered in the ashes of both towers. |
Made in New York and the way that we talk |
Make him an offer than you can’t confuse |
Come back later on after you’ve thought it over |
Look out for shooters that we’re popping up at the opera |
The popular, adore his pain for the sins of the God father. |
Popular music got 'em confused with killers and artists |
I kill it the hardest. |
Competition dearly departed. |
They feeling some sort of way 'cause my flow revealing the garbage |
I’m making 'em throw it up. |
You just making the people vomit. |
When it comes to this rhymin' I’m a legend like too common, |
Or the Chupacabra, the way I move it together it’s how I knot 'em. |
Make them acclaim my cover, you adapt the way you shot it, |
The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink, |
Throw it back, coniac, I’m the best, you know that |
You can have your own opinion, but not your own facts. |
On track as the most prolific ever, the most consistently, |
Vicious, New York can rip you, be ripping it like a shread |
Some symphony hall shit, getting higher than your faucet, |
Getting better. |
Drop a pearl every jam like Eddie Vedder. |
Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors |
That never seen their reflection when they’re walking past mirrors. |
They got bitten and now they’re smitting with the taste of blood and ticking |
They taking enough drugs for the sleeping and keeping it fucking and make it up. |
Raise the bar and the waiters up, |
Others hating, just confused, undergo the way to luck. |
The eyes are the window to the souls and my shades is up, |
Advocate for artists, regardless cause I got faith in us. |
For the worthless who don’t get paid enough |
Take the bus, hands way too rough for the paper cuts. |
As far as they’re concerned from on the table on the way to love |
Take a slump, feel it to raise a child, you got to raise it up. |
Raise it up, raise it up, raise it up, take it up, take it up. |