Talib Kweli - Makes No Sense lyrics

rate me

Real niggas say church, catch the Holy Spirit

You be hearing them testify, then I beat ‘em with the curse

This ain’t baseball, we don’t never let it slide

Run through it like first, the tech will spray and the pepper spray

Like pesticide and the crowd disperse

Somebody on the floor is left to die, that’s how we go

What you expect, there’s metal detectors at the door, that’s how you know

That we in a prison whether it’s the club or the school, hospital or the fucking airport

Take a trip when I’m all one gone, in the head till the song’s done

Shit, you ain’t nothing but a blip on the screen

I remain in the game for the long run, staying in the forefront

No blunts, we getting sky high

We changing time zones, the hours fly by

The Europeans, mixing the weed with their tobacco for ‘em

I got a lock like the Scots with the shackles on them

Slave psychology, trade property for an apology

I’m a king, not in my genealogy, origin of the word, an analogy

And I’m on the pyramid like a Ponzi shit

Pull my collar up cooler than Fonzie be

And I rock, nigga, call me geology

I’m the top nigga, check my discography

Real niggas say church, mosque, synagogue

Fresh pine box for you and your squad

28 grams and it came out hard

So I quit my job, got blessed in the mud

Get burnt, worked, left in the dirt

Last real nigga in the game, don’t perk

He be the nigga with the drive in the world

Bet you’ll probably be the next rap nigga in a skirt

Get brave, scrape, put him in his place

Curse on your head, got a dub on his face

All my dogs eat off the same plate

Shoot a nigga, get it charged, get off the same day

And I knew a nigga itching to do me the same way

Really do it matter, we living the same shit

Never looking forward to getting my brains lit

But it’ll probably be a nigga I hang and slang with

Enemies come with smiles but I see their disguises

I done seen friends turn into straight frauds

So the fake shit don’t surprise me

In the lab with a spoon a hot stove

Most of y’all niggas can’t survive me

38, young goon with a smart nose

Born and raised on gangster alley

I’m not giving a fuck which means I’m not giving in the enemy touch

Keeping my virginity clutched, I’m not giving it up

Spitting murder, I’m probably not somebody you want to make an enemy of

Every syllable was killing them, death is a minimum

Outcome when you letting Freddy with machetes in your living room

I’m living through the visuals I’m giving you

Connect with every individual when they was saying he just lyrical

No, nigga I’m the realest, raising the trouble with gorillas

Ain’t too many heroes and there’s way too many villains

Niggas going crazy over money, probably need to be committed

They committed to seeing these killings, they walking away like they don’t know who did it

Time is on your side so be happy when you see the other side of a minute

Half aware niggas witness homicide when they chilling

Look, just another day in my city, just another day in fly city

Don’t go and be funny with another nigga money

Yeah, make sure motherfucker die silly

It ain’t pretty, poverty done got to me, no you can’t take it out of me

Talking shit, motherfucker, it’s just like I hit the lottery

Gotta be niggas spitting that comedy, not a nominee

Spitting the monopoly ‘cause I’m living like Tommy Lee

Shit too real and these niggas too fake

It’s my time, these niggas too late

My city too real so I stay like that

And we don’t give no fuck ‘cause we was raised like that