| This about to be the realest shit you ever heard
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| I lynch rappers, got them hanging on my every word
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| These bitch rappers be claiming they slinging heavy word
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| Really snitch rappers, niggas singing like every bird
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| Rich rappers, nah, I don’t know them niggas
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| Niggas don’t get rich rapping, they selling clothes or liquor
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| My flow is sicker cause I flow with vigor
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| I’m no beginner, peep the whole agenda
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| Control my center cause I gravitate with Gravitas
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| This my inner monologue
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| Burning down your party cause our cocktails is molotov
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| My crime mob make you stop, lock and drop, don’t get wollywop’d
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| Actually battery in my back like a copper top
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| Got it popping, started on the B-side of Body Rock
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| Direct to fan, I’m running my shop like my mom and pop
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| Modern day slavery today to be an artist, watch
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| They treat them like a product and try to mount like a hot 'n tot
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| Molly pop, niggas not caring if they body rot
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| Partying like Mardi Gras, get the cream like Häagen-Dazs
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| Golly gosh, this is Utopia, cornucopia
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| I’m known to start revolts against the Romans like Zenobia
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| Hoping to keep coping copious amounts of opiates
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| Tried to start a union, but they blocked me like a Soviet
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| I hope they get it, I’m sick of explaining history
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| I’m rolling with a circle of winners, we claimin' victories
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| It ain’t a mystery, the hate’ll make it bittersweet
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| They hate when I engage to debate 'em like Wale’s Twitter feed
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| Who I’m kidding? |
| I’m the great debater
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| My crew stay winning, we stay innovating
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| Your circle is rotten as great tomatoes
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| They get high with you then start dry snitching like Jose Canseco
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| Prosecco, I’m sipping vino with a vivid hue
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| Haberdasher rocking Borsalinos like Hasidic Jews
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| Pitiful, rappers never stand up to the ridicule
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| That’s why I had to get at you
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| Wear it if it fit the shoe, nigga
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| (Baby, just shine your light
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| If you’ve gotta dim yours, so they can shine brighter
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| Just stay bright, so shine your light)
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| We’re in a transitional world right now because the nature of distribution is
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| changing. |
| The distribution channels that people have built over the last
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| century or so are in flux. |
| The print, the visual artist, the musicians…
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| which on the one hand intimidating and on the other, immensely liberating.
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| The rules, the assumptions, the now-we're-supposed-tos of how you get your
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| work seen and what you do then, they’re breaking down. |
| The gatekeepers are
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| leaving their gates. |
| You can be as creative as you need to be to get your work
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| seen. |
| The old rules are crumbling. |
| And nobody knows what the new rules are,
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| so make up your own rules |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inner Monologue , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Gravitas, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп