| Yeah! |
| Come on! |
| What it is
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| It’s the P-l-a-n-e-t R-o-c-k
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| Kweli, BK, c’est la vie
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| You could tell I be hell-a-free like college radio
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| WQHT gonna play me though
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| This hot shit is to fly like the cockpit
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| Got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips
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| Coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness
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| Now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness
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| It’s like the heart of the artist become a target
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| Pop music is the black market
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| Recently we witness bizarre shit
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| The war hit the same time as SARS hit
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| Terrorists send bombs at the concert
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| The show must go on yo regardless
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| I’m just some hip-hop kid to pop shit
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| And get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit
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| Yeah
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| We got the beat to make the planet roooccccckkk
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| (Come on, Come on)
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| Yeah, Come on
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| We got the beat to make the planet rooocccckkkk
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| (Come on, Come on)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We got the planet to rock, Kweli’s standing on top
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| I’m like a panther when I answer to cops
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| And bust back before the man get a shot
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| And the blood on their veins run cold like the cannibal ox
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| And bring heat like the blood of the mammal that’s hot
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| And keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart
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| And watch time count down on the hands of the clock
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| Till the hour when the pinnacle start
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| Wow, and go fast like the bullet that ran through the dark
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| The hollow tip ripped a man apart, blaow
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| Yo these soldiers die in petroleum wars
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| Think they fighting for the holliest cause
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| It don’t matter if you Muslim, Hebrew, or you a Christian
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| Information is the newest religion, is a true way of living
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| Ain’t no rule to a surpestition stop me with going through with my mission
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| Come on man
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| Come on get down, get down, get down, get down
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| Go ladies, go, go, go ladies, go, go
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| Come on all my ghetto people stand strong
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| We rocking on and on
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| One for me, now rocking with the best and is Kweli
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| You ain’t no MC like me, you just a clone like KFC
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| Come on, B-Boys, B-Girls, we rocking the world
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| Don’t belive niggas running the place
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| Man everything is dangerous nothing is safe, nigga
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| Think you a man with a gun in your waist
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| Let the cops disrespect you right in front of your face
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| Take it out on your girl, punch her in the face
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| You ain’t a thug you a waste of space
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| Nigga get out the way, B-boys gonna rock till the break!
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| How much can a planet take
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| (Repeat until end)
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| We got the beat… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Got The Beat , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album The Beautiful Struggle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп