Drugs, Basketball & Rap - Talib Kweli, Planet Asia, Phil Da Agony

Yea

That’s what I’m talking about

S-A-S, size ain’t shit, never that

Strong Arm Steady, Talib Kweli

Yea

Niggas gettin caught in the trap

For the cash, it’s the drugs;

basketball;

or the rap

There’s more to us than that

We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that

You know you best to fall back

I’m dealing with, nothing but facts, when I spit it, though

You niggas superstitious don’t step on the cracks or split the pole

Candle light, flickers so bright, my silhouette can kick a sicker flow

And spill it like a liquor store, I spit the shit to make a cripple get up and

dance

I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants

I spit the shit to make a motherfucker call it a night

I spit the shit to see fuck wit C. Delores Tucker sex like

I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute

I play this well to win it, you go to Africa, like Dave Chappelle, you finished

Cause your prehistoric raps is boring, the number of whack rappers soaring

Like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions

These niggas meek, their lyrics weak, and their beats is corporate

They try snitching on records their mouths is leaking faucets

Dripping them over system than, Chinese water torture

Ripping a series of events, more unfortunate than Lemony Snicket

Medallions mind, bless the mic for the gods, teach the blind

Plus get a piece of mine release your minds for each design

Baby food for thought, rappers not coonin' for sport

Due to these pork eatin niggas of sort

Yo you’s a fuckface, burnt out loser that’s always up late

Planet Asia the revolutionary slash nut case

A witchcraft black magic, data load up computers

A spread the message wrote to you where when I show illusions

If all y’all niggas is killas then how you write your records

How’d you find the time stop lying, your minds' infected

There’s only a few, and I ain’t saying niggas don’t put it down from you town

I’m talkin bout you

Yea the fake dude promotin propaganda

And open on some fanna, and out right, snitching on them cameras

Planet Asia, gold chain black bandanas low

Steady Gain Klick Klack rang rang, there they go

Just a high skip and a jump

Away from getting everything that I could possibly want

And prostitutes front

Get a 4 bar on the roster, scratch that

I’m talkin about a full roster of raps

Monsters that rap, buzzed out ??

check the cadence of the frequency

Uniquely, we strong arms strategically

Easily I twist the ??

killa cali ??

Back alleys burnin backwoods in danelis or

He probably with Kweli, out in BK

We make it easy for the DJ’s, like instant replays

Conversation by the buttons, I talk and touch something

Straight shots of the Louis he flew me out to London

Crunchin numbers flippin more dough, like siccisero

Next thing you know we kissin ya ho, without the mistletoe

Strong arm steady, agony can ???, fill the rigglies

The Big League niggas is dropping indies

Let’s go

Talib kweli, right about now

This what I’m feelin right about now

And I invite you all to check it out wit me

Lets go!

S’like