Talib Kweli

Intro:
Check this out…Hey DJ!
I know you’re gonna dig this

KRS-One:
What!
KRS! Oh!
Talib Kweli
Talib, this is crazy!
Yo, this is crazy!
Ha, what you doin?

Throw your hands up, come on

Talib Kweli:
Yeah
BK to BX and every place in between, it’s all 718, like

KRS-One:
Grand concourse, what’s up?

Verse 1 (Talib):
We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yo
So what you got nines and techs? You no threat
It’s the beat - how you get your cake don’t matter
It takes heart, the lyrics been replaced with the swagger
I stay sharp enough to slash your face like a dagger
The actors been replaced with the rappers
The rappers been replaced with the actors
See how they try to stay on the beat?
The pig route when he walkin’ down the street to the beat

Verse 2 (KRS):
Woop! Sound of the police
What is the life of a true hip hopper? The beats
Peace, love, unity, livin’ proper with the beats
In any endeavor, whatever, we will prosper with our beats
Some cats are real, others are imposters with beats
We the realest, livest, the rawest
Crack cocaine, heroin survivors with beats
We avoid the cops, we focus on beats
Spittin’, all we saw was stacks of rhymes written – elite
Way too smart for the system of course
We know a smart, free Black man just pisses them off
What they like is when we glisten and gloss
Flashin’ millions but still takin’ a loss
Bump the beat (yeah), all in the street (yeah), Talib yo
I think it’s ‘bout time you speak

Verse 4 (Talib):
Word, watch me take it there, life ain’t no crystal stair
Hell yeah, it’s crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is here
Searchin’ for the perfect beat, I went to E State
It’s crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release date
They try to look away, they scared to look inside
Askin “why?” like a guy look for God up in the sky
Searchin’ high and low, behind the do’, inside the draw’
Little did he know that the beat was tryna find the flow
Stuck in limbo, how low can you go?
Punch holes through your stomach linin’ like Tylenol
Spill all kinda raw metaphors and similes
That’ll have ‘em doubtin’ my competitors abilities
My whole body is a spiritual facility
Where I confess after a lyrical killin’ spree
The illest delivery, later for the talk, we need action
Silence is golden but the violence is platinum
When you’re rappin’ to the beat

Verse 5 (KRS):
Boom, bap, who’s that?
KRS-One, bring the beat back
The perfect beat, we seek that,
Knowledge of mind, we speak that
We don’t speak weak crap over weak tracks
Move that, we speak boom bap
Live in the club, we can show and prove that

Verse 6 (Talib):
It ain’t old school or new school, it’s true school rap
Beat you til’ you blue black, true that, it’s the beat

Verse 7 (KRS):
Let’s do it again, work the street
Move it again, insert the heat
Lookin’ again for the perfect beat,
Don’t look in a book to learn to eat
Write up a hook, learn to speak
Never be shook, follow the heat
Forever they look weak, TK your speak

Verse 8 (Talib):
Teachin’ em how to eat to live, they chiefin’ the piff, they pleadin’ the fifth
Bleedin’ as if they goin’ to war, every time they leavin’ the crib
For sneakers and whips, police be peepin’ the strip, you see ‘em walkin the beat,
Hoes be leavin’ the pimps who eatin’ the shrimps for Johns who be walkin’ the street
Lookin for a sweet face, in each case
Tryna get they heartbeat racin’
And the dark meat be tastin’ so delicious
My description so good with the beat
It’s lifted from the sounds that you hear in the hood when you sleep

Outro (KRS):
Bring the beat back, all the wackness, we don’t need that
You gotta bring the beat back, all that wack garbage, we don’t need that
Bring the beat back, all that weakness we don’t need that
Selecta, bring the beat back
Bring the beat back
Selecta, listen

*scratching*

Yeah, DJ Rhettmatic
Talib Kweli
Hip hop