Talib Kweli - Over The Counter lyrics

rate me

Hahaaah

Uh, uh, yeah feel that for a second

I ain't even gon say shit for a couple of seconds

Gonna let you feel that for a second

It's Madlib like

Yeah, what you know about that?

The era of the bullshit is over

It's the year of the Blacksmith

Kweli, aiyyo, aiyyo

Aiyyo, we need some new leaders

Politicians is lying, now artists is true divas

They meant to deceive us, they were sent to defeat us

Everybody in here shot his peers through the speakers

Guerrilla tactics, I'm a find a weapon, drop a rhyme or

Find a session, give you a final lesson in your final seconds

Liberation ain't the illest vinyl pressing?

Yeah right, and the government ain't lying about 911

Find me repping Brooklyn on the daily, what the dealy?

Questioning my teachers like "Oh, really? " so they feel me

Based on fraudulent facts as they practice like O'Reilly

Making me a hero for the class to come behind me

It's collusive like your newest sneakers, ain't you glad you waited?

This year I graduated, y'all niggas is super seniors

Stay getting left behind, this the year of the Blacksmith

Liberation clearly a classic

People want to live it up, what, what's your drug of choice?

What, what, give it up, what, let me hook it up

Over the counter intelligence got ya hooked

You's a gonna when I'm on the corner selling it

Cats after the pot of gold like the luck of the Irish

I don't fuck with silly broads, I only fuck with the flyest

What they saying, stop playing, they delaying the plane

Usually I'm late and they saying my name over the loud speaker (Talib Kweli)

The turbulence will make you find Jesus

I took a train from Brussels to Antwerp, the cops find pieces

Don't get it twisted, London got dime pieces

We stopping in Amsterdam for top of the line reefers

Trying to get to Egypt for the pyramids in Giza

Got me tripping like Cameron Diaz in Tanzania

A family guy on a grind, still we up heed her

I'm using poetic licence like onomatopoeia

Headed to Philadelphia, I'm yelling out "Free Mumia"

CDs selling like nuclear weapons in North Korea

Madlib, Talib Kweli, we off the meter

To start a fight, I'm coursing your life, the talk is cheaper

Yeah, yeah

This the Liberation, rhyming is my occupation

Occupation of a nation, drop the population

From creating self-esteem, plus the stream of consciousness

When I got it into being I helped to free the populace

Bred to black, green to black is wrapped around a magazine

Under pressure said the freshman at Cheshire academy

Kicked out of Brooklyn Tech, focusing on looking fresh

Bright kid accepted to the schools that only took the best

Bounce like a check, yes, without no hesitation

I went to college, then I left, that's when I got my education

Still live my regrets, now how I'll would I be with a degree?

Use would just a piece of paper to me, a receipt

One day I might go back, shit, who am I kidding?

How can I live a stupid decision?

Get used to the prison that I built for myself

It's all real, true in lividness so I rap to put food in the kitchen, c'mon

Feel the man, the Liberation