Talib Kweli - One Two feat. Jae Millz & Oh No lyrics

rate me

One time for the hustlers, everyday block hodgers

By any means necessary, out to get that money

Even if they on crotches

Tryina ride foreigns, coupes instead of city buses

Yeah and two times for the greens

That keep entire green when they king in the bing

Hold a nigga down like a thousand pound inkle briskey

When that love is real, the groupie can’t replace it

Nah, make you feel it from the front

So you can see where I’m from, before I tell you what I want

And I want it all

I spit summer heat all through the winter

Cause when I spring to the top, I don’t wanna fall

Harlem in this bitch, rip big l

Brooklyn in this bitch, rip big as well

Endoubt to the studio, I bump like ...

They walk in the booth and kill shit right after

One time for the guns, one time for the butter

We spread it like park cake

One time for the hunters, one time for the prey that’s runnin

One time for the prey that almost got away

Two times for the rappers, two times for the singers

Two times for the players, two times for the bringers

The stringers that be dodginge the wires

It’s ... and they coming with the...say

They say you fuckin up the game,

You square...you, ain’t no subliminals

But wear it if you fit the shoe

That sort of shoot, that these rappers try to be natural

When my atribute give me all type of accolades when I’m passing through

I got drop, whippin is so priceless, don’t need your permission

A new york nigga with no license

Tunning must submit that you acolyte

Buck false honesty, better than false modesty

One time for my thug niggas that smartest submerge

One time for my hood them is invading them burbs

Two times for them motherfuckers, is hating on nerve

Tell em bot on the curve

Two times for the urge, when they working my nerves

Put your money where your mouth is nigga and change your words

Up in here with the curb, and ain’t nobody scared

We runnin through the city like represent and divert

Pick a side, any side, it’s like a warzone

The televize beef to let you know the words on

I see shots numb niggas like corthizon

They be acting hard, but your body lacks the corizon

Mj’s like I’m playin on the chord alone

Cause they style’s dumb, like trippin over a cordless phone

I said hang em up with that same chord

Just for actin like they don’t know what a brain’s for, nigga!