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Name Of The Game
Talib Kweli And Hi-Tek Song Lyrics
The name of the game is... (Talib Kweli) Persistance, dedication Consistant, motivation, resistance to stagnation Of information, distribute it free to the entire population No hesitation, makin it public No privitazation from corporations Today in order to be sane you gotta go crazy so remain On top of the game, and master your universe like you was He - Man See me and Hi Tek knock you out de frame While I'm stimulatin de brain In de Train of Thought that's the name Of the Reflection Eternal LP man! Ain't nuttin new except organic produce that means that's free range You might see me on MTV, BET, or still up on the D - train It's just everybody else be seemin strange in they approach I see these guys and read they eyes Need to disguise and so I cloak Into a cloud of smoke, I brown a roach To keep myself from soundin loc' Destroy they hopes of hatin Don't move aboard before they rock the boat Yo it's not the dope, These snakes will come in peace to slit your throat Give you compliments, with a promise yet To get me heated and provoke me To be rockin shit, shove apocalypse Down your esophagus so swallow that Guess what you could be coppin that N'kiru Books for fifteen dollars flat Cats who spit knowledge on tracks And get bumped out the back of Impalas and Cadillacs All my live Cincinatti Bearcats holla back Tomorrow they gonna wanna borrow raps like C'mon black, I'll pay you back I ain't no lyrical ATM even though I'm nice and I'm a mack Better believe that, leave that crack alone And you see that there microphone Ain't no place to work your self - esteem issues Do that shit when you alone! Nigga you is grown, why is you still suckin on that pacifier Quickly call that ass a liar, exposin you's my last desire Olympic skills so pass the fire I roll with niggaz that match attire Black aware, that's filled with gas But rollin on, flat ass tires Yeahehehe, yo hehehe, yo, yo... yo yo Yo I got a special guest Lil' Baby Tone Tone, tell 'em what's up (?? indecipherable ??) Yo, true Yo we bout to be, tell 'em peace out Tone (Peace out) Yeah word word Baby Tone, what? (Yeah what?) |
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