Talib Kweli

"I WOULDN'T BE"
by: Armando Cruz Amaro

If I was you then I wouldn't be me,
If I was me, I still wouldn't even be,
Because I, gotta die, to live, this life,
JESUS is my most high, he did, sacrifice,
his flesh and so I rest in him always,
not just rep in a tie with a vest on sundays,
I will not just drop one hot track with truth,
and sell out to out stack and be a whos who,
One gospel type track doesn't mean a thing,
when everything else is against the KING of Kings,
If I was you I would persue the True One,
Give my life to he who is LOVE yet shall come,
back to attack this catastrophic land of alcholics,
who refuse to turn to LOVE or weakness as some call it,
but... this LOVE is the greatest of all.
This love will make the so called greatest, fall...

If I was you, then I wouldn't be.
If I was me? I still wouldn't even be.
Because to be or not to be truly is the question.
Die or be dead I don't wanna fail this life lesson.
If I was you? (you you you)
What if I was you? (you you you)
I would know JESUS, my savior the risen one.
You would know GOD's LOVE and gladly become His son.

Once you feel how real it is.
You would see there is no other way to live.
Can't no drug give a buz like JESUS.
His joy will remain and sustain ya.
If I was you? I would taste and see His Glory.
If I was you? I would race to behold HE,
who is so awesome and worthy to be praised.
If I was you? I would accept His grace in place,
of all my sins against Him who was and is to come.
If I were you? I'd seek His Kingdom...
If I were you? I pray I would still know the way.
JESUS JESUS JESUS. The only one who does save.

If I was you, then I wouldn't be.
If I was me? I still wouldn't even be.
Because to be or not to be truly is the question.
Die or be dead I don't wanna fail this life lesson.
If I was you? (you you you)
What if I was you? (you you you)
I would know JESUS, my savior the risen one.
You would know GOD's LOVE and gladly become His son.

Re Re Repent and give ya life up,
give ya give ya life up, fully bro.
It's life (Life) or death (Death),
It's your eternal soul. (soul soul)
Re Re Repent and give ya life up,
give ya give ya life up, fully bro.
It's life (Life) or death (Death),
It's your eternal soul. (soul soul)

If I was you, then I wouldn't be.
If I was me? I still wouldn't even be.
Because to be or not to be truly is the question.
Die or be dead I don't wanna fail this life lesson.
If I was you? (you you you)
What if I was you? (you you you)
I would know JESUS, my savior the risen one.
You would know GOD's LOVE and gladly become His son.

huh... I don't need a Zune Mp3 Player...
but... I do need a most holy and righteous savior...

IF I WAS YOU!

(pause)

I WOULDN'T BE!

out peace...
G-O-D Soulja7

GET OFF MINE
GET GET GET OFF MINE...

I KNOW YOU THINK THE GRASS IS GREENER
YOU NEVER KNOW TILL YOU IN THE SHOES OF ANOTHER
THEY LIKE MY STYLE
BUT DON'T KNOW THE HALF
THEY LIKE MY SHINE
TRY DOING THE MATH
YOU GET LOST IN MY PATH
KNOW WHAT I MEAN
THANKS TO MICHEAL DYSON FOR PUTTING US ON GAME
WHO KILL LUTHER DREAMS
OR IS IT A MISPLACE SCHEME
THEY TRY TO DIVIDE US
PUT US AGAINST OUT FATHER AND MOTHERS
BROTHERS AND SISTERS DIVIDE AND CONQUER
CONSCIOUS AND GANGSTER RAPPERS
PHARISEES THEY SINNERS
WE BELIEVE WITH CHRIST
THEY CALL US BLASPHEMERS
GENERATION TO ERADICATE TRIBULATIONS
THE LORD ABIDE WITH US
GARVEY, MALCOLM TRUE LEADERS
THESE MIS-LEADING MEN
WE DON'T NEED THEM
NKRUMAH EVER HEARD ABOUT HIM
UNIFICATION OF AFRICA
SCARE THEM LIKE THE HERE AFTER
SILLY BASTARDS
NOW NIGGAS KNOW THEY CAN FLY
LIKE PETER PARKER
I SWEAR HIP POP FOREVER

Revolution Anticipation

Footsteps of a former slave
Grief within me as I walk to my grandfather’s grave
The times of yore are stuck in my membrane
From my grey to white matter
and that matters,,, the most coz this may stay long enough to cripple me from my brain right down to my spinal chord
Trying to be soulful playing my guitar holding the bass chord
Thinking of all the people who died for the cause
The tears of sorrow from Sierra Leon to the sufferings of Kunta
I’m still voiceless soon I’ll loose my sense of speech like Robert Sobukwe
The writings on the wall that’s bounteous in Robben Island
The famous prison located in the motherland (ha-ha what an irony)

Chorus:
I knew days will be this tough,
my mamma told me,
everyday of life I gotta fight ,
coz no revolution will come without a fight,
but maybe someday we’ll be alright

So I ask who killed Malcolm X
Some say it was Mohammed his mentor
With so much backstabbing I can’t even trust my own brother
A man is able to carry semen in his nuts for years but when that develops into a child he rapes it within years or even months, so how can I even trust my own father
Fighting for, and against ourselves times are getting even much harder
But with the envisagement I have I’m getting much tougher

People from abroad say I’m from the third world
But to God we all living in one world
But still I wonder if we’ll ever pertain to this one word
I don’t mean Black, White, Asian or mixed
I’m talking about humankind and that’s that

Chorus:
I knew days will be this tough,
my mamma told me,
everyday of life I gotta fight ,
coz no revolution will come without a fight,
but maybe someday we’ll be alright

I enthrone myself with numerous titles, sir, mr, prof, doc but those are just paraphernalia’s that makes me but they ain’t me
I am and always will be the generation of a black man and woman that was enslaved broken to pieces
So till today I’m still working that puzzle, putting those pieces together of power, wisdom, strength, courage, pride, love and trust

if i was u i would rap about how the hip hop game has change and what is the future hip hop going to sound like. comparing old hip hop skul and new skul what message do people get from hip hop and related issues

DUMB NIGGAS WIN THE POPULARITY VOTE, SILLY NIGGAS LAUGHING AT HOPE
LIFES MORE THAN CHAINS A STEADY DIET OF DOPE, WE USED TO LIE IN THEM BOATS
NOW WE DYING IN THE SPOTLIGHT WEARING A FUR COAT, ID RATHER BE BROKE
THAN SELL THESE SEEDS COKE, IF THEY SAY LIFES SHORT THEY A DUMB BLOKE
YOU ONLY GET ONE SHOT GET A NICE ROLL, LIVING LIFE LAVISH WHAT IT DO!

if i were you i would spit about everything that i know and
what i been through. rap about your kids your mother,father
freinds,foe's people who stabed you in the back.
rap about the futuer and how our kids are coming up.
you also can rap about fake freestylers who take bits and peace's
of lyrics from other rappers in the game and not in the game.
rap about what make's you feel free from all the crap that's out there.
spit about how positive your boy mos def is, how you both got together
and formed blackstar.
rap about what you were doing before you started rapping.,

What if rick james never smoked crack / what if the europeans never went to africa and scooped up the blacks / what if neva pac fueded wit big / what if tre-ski never chose to pick up the mic and get biz / what if fema would have been on time for katrina survivors / what if these broads just started givin up vagina / what if kool herc would have got deported / what if people really pay attention to this, cause some of it's important / what if was bill gates was black and smoked reefa / what if since 2000 we had a democratic leader / what if B & E finally blow / what if they never invented stoages / and what if the pope didn't say what he said about islamic religion / what if stevie wonder never had a problem wit vision / what if aaliyah would have just did a video on a sound stage / what if half these rappers out now didn't sound lame / what if we stop lookin at the physical for what's beautiful / and what if AIDS was curable / what if everything was how u wanted, when u wake up / and what if bin laden is just george bush wit make up / what if shyne ain't get done dirty by ya man diddy / and what if eddie murphy aint get caught wit that transvitty / what if duke neva shot fifty / and what if cacm ain't run when lil cease man snuff jimmy / what if jesus been back for a while and he just sittin back observin peepin s*** out it's kinda wild....

this is somethin that i did back in like '06 as a freestyle to Jadakiss' "Why"...it just seemed right for the "what if" contest

I, took the time out to say whats on my mind
i see you looking down alot and im just hoping you fine
its, easy to say that you love me everyday
but theres this feeling that im feeling that just wont go away
on the day you told me you love me i thought you were tryina play
couldnt keep my distance, what we had was from persistence
baby just listen, im dreaming of the time when we were in love
a force from up above giving me a hug
and i promised id never change even if its good for me
i just love you too much to see you mad lady
please believe ima be getting rich and famous soon
but id give it all up if it means i have you
skies are blue, high at noon
your love for me has taken me to another level of living its true
and i didnt wanna leave it, forever ill reminice
on the day you wrote me a letter saying that you feel for me
the first time we kissed it felt amazing
thinking on the train hoping i stay alive to see you another day
i stay awake hoping i could touch you a little bit
your thighs like royce 59 im feeling it
damn to have you i wouldve turned celibate
fooling myself thinking love was infinite
all i got left is the pain im dealing with
and im feeling you feeling it and you not gna get rid of me
coz i cant wait to get you off my mind
i swear that day it will be the last time
im not saying i dnt love you, not saying i dnt care
but you left me in the darkness, now ill always be there

Please stop with your histronics
Bout kids using ebonics
They’re just playing with the phonics
Person’ly I think it’s chronic
I mean not only artistic and excellent
Not only but also intrinsic and persistent
Be glad they aren’t using their minds with a worse intent
Like plotting new wars to injure the innocent.
Pen is more mighty than any sword
But my tongue licks the pen and leaves your words blurred
Communicate and my purpose is served
So who’s going to call now my grammar absurd?
I’m tasting these lyrics and spitting them out
Delicious like liquorice staining my mouth
If you don’t capice it’s your skills that I doubt
I have total faith in each word I pronounce
Shakespeare invented the very word lonely
I’m not the first poet to play with my phonemes
And by the same love of meter you’ll know me
I scatter ideas like a poor farmer sows seed.
Capisci’s Italian, capice is ours
Everyone’s vocab goes cutting out vowels
So don’t try to tell me that it’s not allowed
We’ll chat in the way that we choose and be proud.
I don’t namedrop but I will eulogise
Not blind to the rain but I will praise the skies
I see the violence around me and vocalise
Confront suffering with no abject compromise

That's hot you got me feeling like I read something by Kweli
That's hot 4 real, I'm just shaking my head
I love that what if Bin laden was george Bussh with make up on part
I'm hard of hearing and wear hearing aids I rap
and had a cd out. But when you read lyrics that's written by others, one can feel the beat, as well as feel what the mc is saying . we got to put more things out people can feel cuz every one can't hear you get it

Un sung heroes land of the rebels/ Ghetto prophets, controlling the profits/we market products/Resurrect what they corrupt/Songs from the Renaissance/Age of King Tut/I work miracles like/Moses in Egypt/and when the ghetto caught a famine/didn't I feed ya/The streets are filled with lions/Like Dan in the Den/So if the streets be the lions/then I gotta heart/similar to the lioness/with all that said/taste the bread/call it communion/Gele on my head/respect the Sabbath like I'm Jewish/we in a land / of crime time/from DC to Palestine/You's a fool/ if you think/hip hop can save us/It aint God/Turn on the radio/You won't Hear this song/Rebel music in my DNA/that's so strong /you want a war/go grab the
AKs/my army's strong like Absynnia/in her young days/My mind plays/all the martyrs music/Malcolm & Marcus/Huey and Martin Luther/what's good 'bout music/when it hits you feel no pain/well nigga hear this music/then let it sit in your brain ---

Radio- Title

It's late and I'm up doing school work.. thought maybe I'd post a comment...

Talib the soulja, the power to reach out to broken hearts,
I would keep reppin' the "struggle" for the sake of the art,
Life is indeed "beautiful" you got to continue to "hustle" hard,
it's like a game of chess, a counterstrike-
could get you at loss with the odds,
Life is indeed beautiful so the message is clear,
Politics is tiring but poetry brings "drums" to the ears,
I use the wisdom offered through common sense and knowledge,
In hoping you keep producing fire HipHop continues to acknowledge,
Continue to tell kids to remain in college and out of the game,
because the gain ain't worth a child's innocent pain,
and hope- that you bring humanity back to its core,
For, if you noticed, we living in a state of Hobbesian war,
Hearts bleed and my country outraged by its depressing economy,
killings, brutality, slaughtering, racism and sodomy,
I hope you get my message son,
the future is yours,
keep doing what you be doing and "write" the wrong from "chorus"
write about love, liberty, humanity and the spiritual
people need to be reminded that love is always abundant and visible,
that cheating, lying and greed are highly unforgivable,
that with honesty , peace and power are achievable,
and that under any circumstances of struggle, life may be livable,
without the diamonds, the gold, the fame and the comfort of the material,
that you first need to surpass the mountainous obstacles,
before you can reach the top to become understandingly unstoppable,
before you can learn to cope with what is uncopp'able,
so my dear MC, I think feedback is good to a certain degree,
but you need to listen to your heart and set your industries free,
set the mood for a better situation so MC stop being impatient
with the status quo of the industry's addiction
with fiction as a vocation,
fancy cars expensive vacations,
whereby kids act in instigation,
without knowledge of justice and litigation
run their mouths off, parents worried of their kids education,
ch'ea face it,
you should be worried about the stereotypes,
like when I rap they look at me like a vice
In virtue of what's good and nice
it only takes the role of a dice,
to figure out what's real
you feel they smell the fear
felt within my darkest of plights,
They wonder why I don't wear saggy clothes AND curse my every word,
Why do teens hang on by your every single word?
So you got the power, teach em' what's true
By teaching them what's true in you,
and I gotta say this new generation is like an overdose of heroine,
kids act like they're adults and think they're heroines,
I hear them calling from all walks of life,
puffin on this drinking that slitting their wrists wondering why,
the more reason to be depressed, drunk or mindlessly high,
when their futures lie within a narrow doorstep,
they need motivation to continue the fight,
because at the end of the night we all got to hustle,
we all got to struggle
for what's good and what's right.

Stay up Talib.. I don't know if you read this but much love to you ... stay out of the commercial business... you got talent and forgot those dollars.. they're not worth your soul!

peace and stay up
Delam http://www.myspace.com/delaam

im a RnB singer so i couldnt do all the rap thing contest but if u were askin for RnB artists to contribute too i would have done my part and im actually lookin for the hostile gospel 1 instrumental cause i want it on my next mixtape tape.. i wanna sing on SOCIAL AND POLITICAL ISSUES basically this what i am gonna sing on it OTHER MEMBERS PLS DONT BITE IDEAS my website layzonline.com come check out my mxitape songs people THANKS! (((((SIERRA LEONE stand up))))

nowadays everybody acting tough
talkin bout if shit went down they quick to pull a gun
on the real they probably quick to run
y'all know it's just publicity stunts (so kill it)
i done seen too much blood flow
lost so many homies wonder why they had to go
got me feelin like life is too short to blow it off
so im gonna try to make mine worth it all
grew up where people got killed for less than a dollar
everybody on they own aint care bout they brothers (seen it all)
friends turn foes good girls turn hoes
but u cant blame em is the system that got em
cause world powers are the bullies
and they victims aint havin it
thats why all the atroscities
third world suffering women and children diein
im from a country that had ten years war
and it's still corrupt so i would know
it seems like the whole world is corrupt
cause it aint about love now it's about who's strong
but it's the masses thats suffering
Lord knows the causers are safe they be chillin
lets hope those folks could see how much we've lost
and turn to the lord to come deliver us

Don't Force The Accident To Happen.
Leave Alone Long Lasting Pain.
Steal The Keys Of The Drunk Who Will End
Up In The Opposite Lane.
The BOOth Is My Field,
When Im Dead
My Thoughts Will Leave Comments By my Name.
Thats Why my Flow is Slow
So You Can Understand What Im Sayin.
But Do You Really Get The Game?
I Still Wonder If You Hear That Beat
Becuz We Dont Respond To Music The Same.
I Dont Get Rebellious
I Knew A Kid That Was Handed Every Last Thing
Thats Quite Possibly What Drove Him Insane.

Who Can I Speak With
That Gets This Shit.
We Cant Be The Only Ones
That Flip
When A New Talib Kweli Album
Hits Disc
Maybe Its Me
Coming After Yours
But Thats Only
Becuz You've Made Hip-Hop
Feel Like Doing Chores

If i were u i would gather a group of select talented emcees (mos, thought, common, etc.) and do a remake of run dmc's sucka mc's. It could be called sucka mc's 2008 and expose whack rappers!!!!

-FLAGS OF OUR SOLDIERS

MY HARDSHIP’S LIKE
THE PAIN IN MY SOUL
THE CASH SO I’M GIVING IT BACK TA NOT FOLD
THESE HANDS IS THE WORK OF A MAN YOU DON’T KNOW
THESE TEARS IS THE PRESENT SUSPENSE I LET GO
I’VE LEARNT THAT I’M LIVIN IN TIMES OF THE DAY
AND IF MY BRAIN STAYS THE SAME
MY VISION STAYS THE SAME
MY EYES CANT COMPLAIN
THE VERSES IS CLEAR
ANTI SOCIAL THEY SACRIFICING FAMILIES FOR STRONG BEER
THEY PUSHIN ME OUT
A DEFENITION OF WHO I AUGHT TA BE
HOPING THAT PRODUCT SERVES PURPOSE
YOUR’E LIKE A PHARISEE
WHAT I’VE SEEN
PEOPLE WHO SING BUT THEY CANT GIVE THE SUPPORT
SO WHAT YOU SEEING SO WRONG IN ME SERVING THE LORD
I’M AT A CHURCH SERVICE
LOOKING FOR JESUS
BUT WHEN I GOT THERE
JESUS HAD MOVED TO A PLACE THEY CALL NAZARETH
AND YOUR’E JUST WALKING ALONE…..