Grown Folks Talkin' - Planet Asia, Talib Kweli

It’s what it is

Murk with a merciless verse

Earths surface is cursed

Curtains for your kids

Just pull the trig

Hot metal from the barrell of the bow and arrow just pops off your wig

Locks off the hinge

Top of the the 10

I’m the one not to be confused with none of them

It’s an actual fact

It’s not an act, it’s been proven indeed

Now blow some weed and motherfucker keep it moving

You on that last shit not knowing that it’s outta here

What I write be makin rappers bite like Vladimir

My whole layout is way out the stratosphere

And right there thats what Lebron left the Cavaliers

Pure 'caine man nothing but the caviar here

I get on the mic, and turn into a gladiator

On site burning your type like the radiator

Planet Asia, whack nigga eradicator

You gotta let these niggas know every so often

They always pick the quickest route to they own coffin

Nigga shut the fuck up when grown folks talkin

Nigga shut the fuck up when grown folks talkin

I get it big my reputation is so enormous

Pure as the driven snow the flow is so gorgeous

Nigga shut the fuck up when grown folks talkin

Nigga shut the fuck up when grown folks talkin

Yeah

Put two up in the air so everyone can smoke

I rock with the double-dutch but I ain’t jumpin rope

You try to hate it but you love it though

Kill it with the gutter flow

State of emergency like ???

Get in my way and I run em over slowly

Back it up if you swear you run the show

Will that ever be so?

Well I don’t really know, but everyone can hope

Alter boys grow up and want apologies from the pope

Nope, it ain’t gonna happen

Yo you know the song

You can’t always get what you want like the rolling stones

I’m like the drugs in Mick Jagger’s body

You know the poem

I use the words as my sword to defeat the jabberwocky

Can’t no rapper stop me

Picture me snitchin like police and theives is unthinkable like Alicia Keys

Now who police police, we disturb the peace

Like ludacris & Chaka so they shoot the coppers, blocka

This is black belt

Jim Kelly in the phantom

Afro shinin' from sheen

I spit fire to make the track melt

To make man, woman, and child bow ???

Four finger ring, gold chain marine?

Try to scheme and get blown to smithereens

Outta mind niggas swine like Jimmy Dean

And I’ll be damned if you play me like a jelly bean

We the freshest, I put that on everything

Get the message, it’s already evident

Like moon crescent with the star and the seven in it

From planet rock with bambaataa as president

We the heaven sent

So you better get some better shit to try penetrate niggas intelligence

Pure heroin

So shut the fuck up whenever grown folks is talkin like your parents kid