Talib Kweli Hi Tek lyrics
Talib Kweli Hi Tek lyrics
"Down for the Count Lyrics"
SUPER 123 RASSODANTE VERSION Lyrics
Albertino Voice) BassLine! Give me the drums! Tarari and Tarara and Tarara and Tarari in the place to be! Ladies and Gentleman, you are ready to party with Alba and GgDag? Ok...you are ready to party? you are ready to rock the house up side down? you are ready to Tarari and Tarara, Alba and GiGi Dag? Tarari and Tarara, Alba and GiGi Dag ..... Un Deux Trois, Tarari Comme Ci Comme Ca One Two Three Tarari the place to be ... Ok, now put your hands in the air, and wave them like you just don't care... to tarari .. in the pla
Albertino Voice) BassLine! Give me the drums! Tarari and Tarara and Tarara and Tarari in the place to be! Ladies and Gentleman, you are ready to party with Alba and GgDag? Ok...you are ready to party? you are ready to rock the house up side down? you are ready to Tarari and Tarara, Alba and GiGi Dag? Tarari and Tarara, Alba and GiGi Dag ..... Un Deux Trois, Tarari Comme Ci Comme Ca One Two Three Tarari the place to be ... Ok, now put your hands in the air, and wave them like you just don't care... to tarari .. in the pla
f/ Rah Digga, Xzibit
[Rah Digga]
Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh)
Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!)
Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it)
[all] One, two, three, four
[Rah] Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (HEYYY!)
[all] One, two, three, four
[Rah] Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil
[Rah Digga]
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-C's
Type of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*
Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
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Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy Lyrics
He was a famous trumpet man From out Chicago way He had a boogie style That no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up And he was gone with the draft He's in the army now He's blowin' reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle For his Uncle Sam It really brought him down Because he could not jam The Captain seemed to understand Because the next day the Cap' Went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps When he plays reveilleuse I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits
[all] One, two, three, four
[T.K] Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
by a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] One, two, three, four
[T.K] The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we take on you
[Talib Kweli]
Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's names on the map
from now until we fadin to black
Where we at?Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
when the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy
[all] One, two, three, four
[x2z] Why the fuck can't MC's MC no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound
[all] One, two, three, four
[x2z] Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lu
[Xzibit]
I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list
It's like
[All] One, two, three, four..
Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..)
Yeah (here we go)
[All] One, two, three, four..
He was a famous trumpet man From out Chicago way He had a boogie style That no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up And he was gone with the draft He's in the army now He's blowin' reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle For his Uncle Sam It really brought him down Because he could not jam The Captain seemed to understand Because the next day the Cap' Went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps When he plays reveille
Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here like they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits
[all] One, two, three, four
[T.K] Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
by a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] One, two, three, four
[T.K] The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we take on you
[Talib Kweli]
Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark
Lost Again Lyrics
Now I'm back again On this track again Finally made it Pushed to the limits Can't live within it Can't do without it Where's the suprise? Sharp edges cut at me, they make me bleed I've never been so happy, Never felt so free And strangers push me, force me to be hard These nights I'm lonely, Lucky I'm so scarred. She's got me, so I don't need you You want me, You just don't know you do I try to love you while you're spitting in my face I put you on a pedastal - You put me in my place We pay to be
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Now I'm back again On this track again Finally made it Pushed to the limits Can't live within it Can't do without it Where's the suprise? Sharp edges cut at me, they make me bleed I've never been so happy, Never felt so free And strangers push me, force me to be hard These nights I'm lonely, Lucky I'm so scarred. She's got me, so I don't need you You want me, You just don't know you do I try to love you while you're spitting in my face I put you on a pedastal - You put me in my place We pay to be
Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's names on the map
from now until we fadin to black
Where we at?Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
when the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy
[all] One, two, three, four
[x2z] Why the fuck can't MC's MC no more?
Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground
With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound
[all] One, two, three, four
[x2z] Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lu
Devilment Lyrics
Devilment's accomplishment The devil remembers you found Your true vocation To live beyond your station ________ leaves wrapped in quotations Rolling out saliva on salvation All the more And all that you've been looking for Floored by design Speak as you find Speaking as you find All the one skin All the one mind Floored by design Speak as you find Speaking as you find Staggering blind As you chase time Waste time Blank expression, blank verse
shDevilment's accomplishment The devil remembers you found Your true vocation To live beyond your station ________ leaves wrapped in quotations Rolling out saliva on salvation All the more And all that you've been looking for Floored by design Speak as you find Speaking as you find All the one skin All the one mind Floored by design Speak as you find Speaking as you find Staggering blind As you chase time Waste time Blank expression, blank verse
[Xzibit]
I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list
It's like
[All] One, two, three, four..
Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..)
Yeah (here we go)
[All] One, two, three, four..
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