Congregation - Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Black Thought

I’m on that homicide, suicide, drama like Islamabad

Under God, going overboard like the Amistad

Ringing bells, it was 2012 back in 95

I made it out alive, now finally I’ve arrived

But still threw back to all my other blue black

People that’s sticking to it like, mice to a glue trap

My work speak for itself so I don’t interrupt

I am an expert, this is no beginners luck

If you denying the truth, then I don’t give a fuck

Otherwise get your hands and your antennas up

As we go into our initial decent, I’m alive, but only fifty percent

I wasn’t listening to that intuition now I’m in that system again

And I’m praying God give me the strength

I’m drifting into a dark place, tryna keep this part of my heart safe

My soul basically been shark bait, my body’s in bad shape

Spitting that fire flame, on a higher plane, going poltergeist

Life a game, ain’t no referee, I can’t hold it right

Bring the rain, praying to the Lord for it to pour tonight

Bring the pain, fucking with that meth, I’m on that Walter White

The rain, make it or you don’t make it

You gotta take it, take it, take it or you gon' get taken

Can I get a church from the congregation?

Can I get a church from the congregation?

I’m on that armageddon, public devastation, come in the Revelations

Rap Jehovah, knocking pastors over while I pass the dosha

Lord forgive him, but I keep cutting these records like a sword was with 'em

Mixing it with the medicine, attempting to warn the children

Of what the future holds, slaves of monatomic gold

Seems the problem is atomic, but it’s microscopic though

I’m courting hoes and pouring fours, there must be something more than this

Hopefully I’m immortal and I’ll never need a mortician

All my thoughts is black, Kweli on the track

My reflection is eternal even if the mirror cracks

And I don’t wear no watch, cause I ain’t got no time

Solar system, this is astronomy not a rhyme

We bringing the real back, y’all ain’t have no spine

So spin the reel back, nigga press rewind

Soak it all in, that is until you’re dry

I’m throwing the peace and eating a piece of devil’s pie, I’m…

A dialectic

Attract cofollowings like scientologists reading the dianetics

This religion that I invented, it’s really a way of life

These thoughts of freedom that I embedded is reaching you through the speakers

These poison animal leaders is weaker than niggas with fever and sweeter than

diabetics

Get deaded trying to set it, they’ll tie you up like a fetish

They’ll gas you up like unleaded and let it off

'Til you wetter than spaghetti sauce and lettuce chopped up with your body left

in a crevice

We the reverends performing exorcisms

Exercising the right to fight for the dedicated

Concentrated few that’s left who listen

God is with them like we started a mission, following God is wisdom

God is risen like followers of Elijah finding God in prison

We praying for that work, we need that occupation

Can I get a church from the congregation

If you sick of the same conversation

You say you make it rain but that’s just condensation