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Talib Kweli( Talib Kweli Greene )
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Over The Counter
Lyricist:Talib Kweli Greene, Jr., Otis Jackson
Hahaha 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
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
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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 license 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
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, feel the man, the liberation
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