Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Show, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Liberation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.12.2006
Record label: Blacksmith
Song language: English
The Show |
| Okay… |
| Okay, I’m only gettin it on one side of the headphone |
| Aight~! |
| Yeh, bring it in like… |
| Five somethin in the mornin goin on six |
| It’s daylight, sunrise time |
| Time to free yo’self… free yo’soul, free yo’mind |
| Ladies, free that ass… yeah! |
| Coast to coast it’s the most, we don’t brag and boast |
| We just leave 'em comatose |
| It’s your boy Talib Kweli, yeah! |
| Flow is tight, though I got a couple screws looses |
| It’s cuckoo, my rep in this game is bigger than Bruce Bruce |
| Who you? |
| Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous |
| It’s the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce |
| SHOOT~! |
| Y’all niggaz can’t hang like a loose noose |
| I get on stage, niggaz in my ear like a Bluetooth |
| And that’s the triple truth Ruth, they lips is loose like |
| they seen your lovedaddy in the bulletproof blue Coupe |
| My rhymes is full of truth, and the business full of lies |
| Try to look a Masai kid in his eyes for the flies |
| and tell him how he fucked up our environment daily |
| The only thing we know about Africa is from Nas or Belly |
| But go off like a Hutu or Tutsi, from Rwanda or Burundi |
| Over drums like Babatunde Olatunji |
| Sayin nigga just to keep our teeth white, like Paul Mooney |
| Fightin spiritual wars, like the Shi’ite or the Sunni |
| Yo~! |
| Our music went from tap dance to the lapdance |
| Try to get me to sell out and that’s a fat chance |
| You see black faces in my rap pages |
| Larry Davis, Angela Davis or Ossie Davis |
| Yeah, welcome to the show, it’s Talib Kweli, so amazin |
| Live from California it’s the Madlib invasion, let’s GO~! |
| This exercise in freedom is called the «Liberation» |
| I keep it fly by a process of elimination |
| When it come to payin the kid, sometimes it’s hesitation |
| 'Til I make 'em check it in like they got reservations |
| But there ain’t no reservations about coppin this |
| Even though it’s free for the people there ain’t no stoppin this |
| Poppin fresh, cakin up, I’m breakin up the, monotonous flow |
| that can’t write or plant life like a botanist grow |
| a new crop and just roll, it up, blow it out whoa |
| Excuse the cockiness though, I’m just showin out — know |
| you can’t go without this, now what’chu know about that? |