Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Got The Beat, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song The Beautiful Struggle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
We Got The Beat |
Yeah! |
Come on! |
What it is |
It’s the P-l-a-n-e-t R-o-c-k |
Kweli, BK, c’est la vie |
You could tell I be hell-a-free like college radio |
WQHT gonna play me though |
This hot shit is to fly like the cockpit |
Got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips |
Coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness |
Now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness |
It’s like the heart of the artist become a target |
Pop music is the black market |
Recently we witness bizarre shit |
The war hit the same time as SARS hit |
Terrorists send bombs at the concert |
The show must go on yo regardless |
I’m just some hip-hop kid to pop shit |
And get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit |
Yeah |
We got the beat to make the planet roooccccckkk |
(Come on, Come on) |
Yeah, Come on |
We got the beat to make the planet rooocccckkkk |
(Come on, Come on) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
We got the planet to rock, Kweli’s standing on top |
I’m like a panther when I answer to cops |
And bust back before the man get a shot |
And the blood on their veins run cold like the cannibal ox |
And bring heat like the blood of the mammal that’s hot |
And keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart |
And watch time count down on the hands of the clock |
Till the hour when the pinnacle start |
Wow, and go fast like the bullet that ran through the dark |
The hollow tip ripped a man apart, blaow |
Yo these soldiers die in petroleum wars |
Think they fighting for the holliest cause |
It don’t matter if you Muslim, Hebrew, or you a Christian |
Information is the newest religion, is a true way of living |
Ain’t no rule to a surpestition stop me with going through with my mission |
Come on man |
Come on get down, get down, get down, get down |
Go ladies, go, go, go ladies, go, go |
Come on all my ghetto people stand strong |
We rocking on and on |
One for me, now rocking with the best and is Kweli |
You ain’t no MC like me, you just a clone like KFC |
Come on, B-Boys, B-Girls, we rocking the world |
Don’t belive niggas running the place |
Man everything is dangerous nothing is safe, nigga |
Think you a man with a gun in your waist |
Let the cops disrespect you right in front of your face |
Take it out on your girl, punch her in the face |
You ain’t a thug you a waste of space |
Nigga get out the way, B-boys gonna rock till the break! |
How much can a planet take |
(Repeat until end) |
We got the beat… |