Hahaaah
|
Uh, uh, yeah feel that for a second
|
I ain't even gon say shit for a couple of seconds
|
Gonna let you feel that for a second
|
It's Madlib like
|
Yeah, what you know about that?
|
The era of the bullshit is over
|
It's the year of the Blacksmith
|
Kweli, aiyyo, aiyyo
|
|
[Verse 1:]
|
Aiyyo, we need some new leaders
|
Politicians is lying, now artists is true divas
|
They meant to deceive us, they were sent to defeat us
|
Everybody in here shot his peers through the speakers
|
Guerrilla tactics, I'm a find a weapon, drop a rhyme or
|
Find a session, give you a final lesson in your final seconds
|
Liberation ain't the illest vinyl pressing?
|
Yeah right, and the government ain't lying about 911
|
Find me repping Brooklyn on the daily, what the dealy?
|
Questioning my teachers like "Oh, really?" so they feel me
|
Based on fraudulent facts as they practice like O'Reilly
|
Making me a hero for the class to come behind me
|
It's collusive like your newest sneakers, ain't you glad you waited?
|
This year I graduated, y'all niggas is super seniors
|
Stay getting left behind, this the year of the Blacksmith
|
Liberation clearly a classic
|
|
[Hook: x2]
|
People want to live it up, what, what's your drug of choice?
|
What, what, give it up, what, let me hook it up
|
Over the counter intelligence got ya hooked
|
You's a gonna when I'm on the corner selling it
|
|
[Verse 2:]
|
Cats after the pot of gold like the luck of the Irish
|
I don't fuck with silly broads, I only fuck with the flyest
|
What they saying, stop playing, they delaying the plane
|
Usually I'm late and they saying my name over the loud speaker (Talib Kweli)
|
The turbulence will make you find Jesus
|
I took a train from Brussels to Antwerp, the cops find pieces
|
Don't get it twisted, London got dime pieces
|
We stopping in Amsterdam for top of the line reefers
|
Trying to get to Egypt for the pyramids in Giza
|
Got me tripping like Cameron Diaz in Tanzania
|
A family guy on a grind, still we up heed her
|
I'm using poetic licence like onomatopoeia
|
Headed to Philadelphia, I'm yelling out "Free Mumia"
|
CDs selling like nuclear weapons in North Korea
|
Madlib, Talib Kweli, we off the meter
|
To start a fight, I'm coursing your life, the talk is cheaper
|
|
[Hook x2]
|
|
[Verse 3:]
|
Yeah, yeah
|
This the Liberation, rhyming is my occupation
|
Occupation of a nation, drop the population
|
From creating self-esteem, plus the stream of consciousness
|
When I got it into being I helped to free the populace
|
Bred to black, green to black is wrapped around a magazine
|
Under pressure said the freshman at Cheshire academy
|
Kicked out of Brooklyn Tech, focusing on looking fresh
|
Bright kid accepted to the schools that only took the best
|
Bounce like a check, yes, without no hesitation
|
I went to college, then I left, that's when I got my education
|
Still live my regrets, now how I'll would I be with a degree?
|
Use would just a piece of paper to me, a receipt
|
One day I might go back, shit, who am I kidding?
|
How can I live a stupid decision?
|
Get used to the prison that I built for myself
|
It's all real, true in lividness so I rap to put food in the kitchen, c'mon
|
|
[Hook x2]
|
|
Feel the man, the Liberation
|
|
-----------------
|
Over The Counter
|
Talib Kweli |