Gratitude - Talib Kweli

Who I be is the super MC, run up on a group of MCs

Rappin' all rudimentary, like stupid MD

Head of Valley girls full of jealousy

But I see through the envy

I be shootin' for the stars, never shootin' the breeze

When you chase what you want, you run past what you need

Hear the call of the Lord, start fallin' to your knees

And the families be immortal like the dew on the leaves

Yup, every rhyme got a reason

You need me like your mama need Jesus

Murder rap from the words that I rap

Treatin' rappers like celebrity news, got 'em leakin'

Malcolm said I may complain so the deep shit

Is spoon fed to you with the flow if you’re peepin'

So wavy with the flow, got 'em seasick

Acquirin' miles, wanna know what’s the secret

They all devil warship except the reverend

You keep makin' that excuse but remember this

You feel better 'bout your own failure

When you think success is based on Illuminati membership

Fuck the money, that’s my new fuckin' attitude

This the Earth, wind and fire, this gratitude

Whether in paradise or ghetto avenues

I stay inspired by my longitude and latitude

Recordin' in the rainforest in Puerto Rico

Climbin' up the Dust River Falls in Ocean Rio

Joey made this beat in the Trump Tower

Fire like gunpowder, finna light it up cause the blunt’s sour

Revolutionary People’s Party

Evolutionary, we so godly

Still at the strip club with Nico

When he pull his hair back, we call him Nico Suave

We the people’s champ like my top of the year tour

From K Valentine to jessica Care moore

Nico Is to fuckin' with Cory Mo

GQ, Rapsody to Hi-Lo

This the good ship, Jamla the damn squad

Colors of the color to toast in the dancehall

They call me the solution to problem I can’t solve

So get off that bullshit and get on your damn job

Get on your job, nigga

Get on your job, nigga

Get on your job, nigga

Come on

We be workin' damn hard

We pullin' the damn cards like you’re puttin' your hands up

We’re stand up individuals

Fuck respectability, we ain’t pullin' our pants up

We plugged in the lamppost, never duckin' no damn folks

We ain’t bucking like Sambo’s, to fuck with our damn clothes

Hoes fascinated by the fashion statement

Yet you masqueradin' as a rap crusader

I know you a hater, player

I’m concentrated on the facts and data

That-a-way I’ve been my favorite

'Til there’s no debatin' who’s the greatest rapper

Always ready for the battle, no fear factor

RIP PH, we shed a tear after hearin' that we lost a gladiator

What a real rapper

Spittin' bars in the cypher in the hereafter

I’m in artist mode

Writer then before, I’m a writer at the core

But let me get it off on stage and I prove

That I’m tighter than a moor, invite him to the war

The truth about trust is

We motivated by the rewards, no one’s above this

So by that logic we’re monsters in the makin'

And seekin' justice is really some persevation

You don’t trust what you can’t see?

You don’t trust what you can’t touch?

Then how do you explain love?

You don’t trust what you can’t see?

You don’t trust what you can’t touch?

Then how do you explain love?

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