Talib Kweli - Flash Gordon mp3 download

Lyrics

Yeah
Kweli in the house
Dave West is what I’m talkin' about, you know?
Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh
Make a joy for noise until the lord people are floored
Cause the pen is mightier than the sword
Leavin' the floor
Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage
I got hooks and lines that sink y’all like a fisherman’s rod
I’m on mission for God he blessed me to spit it this hard
A lot of niggas start shit but they don’t finish the job
I’m like Minister Farrakhan or Africans who finished a marathon
The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn
No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on
Even if the dawn lit overhead I carry on
Like Flash Gordon the Scar on my Face is Brad Jordan
Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in
I want to cash all in
Or I start breakin' like glass jaw I put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'
Or fast forward just to catch what I said
Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on
Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
In the hour of chaos
We ain’t rappin' till they pay us, is that real?
We got babies
We got bills
Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel
And let it out (let it out)
Get it out (get it out)
Work it up (work it up)
Sweat it out
I don’t know
If you know
My history I do it big
Like Notorious did
Get on and play like this according to kid
Gangster like knock out Ned like Little Zane slayed all on his wiz
Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six
J-Lo, yo
Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low
Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo
I don’t know
If you know
My history you don’t know me
Choke the game till it’s blue like a varicose vein
And I can’t remember the last time I felt this terrible pain
And the whole shit blew up
Was it in vain?
They’ll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein
I’m lookin through the club I’m really searchin for who’s sane
The music got everyone crazy and who to blame
Be prepared think there’ll be some ugliness up in here
End up in intensive care with the vegetables there, you know?
It’s the black hand bustin' the tech
Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat
Swingin' for the upper deck
It’s the black man cuttin' a check
The nigga’s the boss
The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws
I spit on the floor
The right hook will get at your jaw
Make the track my baby mama when I’m hittin' it raw
I rap through:
Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force
So I spit at all the shit that I saw
I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes
The ones who smokin' cocaine so they don’t fuck up they nose
I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havana
Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera
From the land of the Alabama since the night in the Cali
Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally
Out the back of yo' Dinnali give you the skinny like Ally McBeal
It’s the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?!