Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Congregation, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Attack the Block, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Javotti Media
Song language: English
Congregation |
I’m on that homicide, suicide, drama like Islamabad |
Under God, going overboard like the Amistad |
Ringing bells, it was 2012 back in 95 |
I made it out alive, now finally I’ve arrived |
But still threw back to all my other blue black |
People that’s sticking to it like, mice to a glue trap |
My work speak for itself so I don’t interrupt |
I am an expert, this is no beginners luck |
If you denying the truth, then I don’t give a fuck |
Otherwise get your hands and your antennas up |
As we go into our initial decent, I’m alive, but only fifty percent |
I wasn’t listening to that intuition now I’m in that system again |
And I’m praying God give me the strength |
I’m drifting into a dark place, tryna keep this part of my heart safe |
My soul basically been shark bait, my body’s in bad shape |
Spitting that fire flame, on a higher plane, going poltergeist |
Life a game, ain’t no referee, I can’t hold it right |
Bring the rain, praying to the Lord for it to pour tonight |
Bring the pain, fucking with that meth, I’m on that Walter White |
The rain, make it or you don’t make it |
You gotta take it, take it, take it or you gon' get taken |
Can I get a church from the congregation? |
Can I get a church from the congregation? |
I’m on that armageddon, public devastation, come in the Revelations |
Rap Jehovah, knocking pastors over while I pass the dosha |
Lord forgive him, but I keep cutting these records like a sword was with 'em |
Mixing it with the medicine, attempting to warn the children |
Of what the future holds, slaves of monatomic gold |
Seems the problem is atomic, but it’s microscopic though |
I’m courting hoes and pouring fours, there must be something more than this |
Hopefully I’m immortal and I’ll never need a mortician |
All my thoughts is black, Kweli on the track |
My reflection is eternal even if the mirror cracks |
And I don’t wear no watch, cause I ain’t got no time |
Solar system, this is astronomy not a rhyme |
We bringing the real back, y’all ain’t have no spine |
So spin the reel back, nigga press rewind |
Soak it all in, that is until you’re dry |
I’m throwing the peace and eating a piece of devil’s pie, I’m… |
A dialectic |
Attract cofollowings like scientologists reading the dianetics |
This religion that I invented, it’s really a way of life |
These thoughts of freedom that I embedded is reaching you through the speakers |
These poison animal leaders is weaker than niggas with fever and sweeter than |
diabetics |
Get deaded trying to set it, they’ll tie you up like a fetish |
They’ll gas you up like unleaded and let it off |
'Til you wetter than spaghetti sauce and lettuce chopped up with your body left |
in a crevice |
We the reverends performing exorcisms |
Exercising the right to fight for the dedicated |
Concentrated few that’s left who listen |
God is with them like we started a mission, following God is wisdom |
God is risen like followers of Elijah finding God in prison |
We praying for that work, we need that occupation |
Can I get a church from the congregation |
If you sick of the same conversation |
You say you make it rain but that’s just condensation |