Talib Kweli, Ghostface Killah - So Hood lyrics

Beautiful Mixtape

Don't get the flow mixed up
This is uncut raw
You can cook it in your spoon
That's what your lighter is for
And the aroma are set to
Move the right tone up
And your girl, I really wanna ice tone her
Don't get mad if she like rappers
I'm be an MC who like Bergundy
And?he man perty?
Look young in his face, and he over thirty
Giving out Hancocks, like my name was Herbie
Survived from a fucked up past
Set my bed where the springs was out
Now they ask what my rings about
This is Ghost, God type man only, stay true
You disagree, well then fuck you
I don't gotta say jack to you
I got alot of metal that rat for you
And if I point it your way
He gon clap for you
Body something mad terrible
You know how them ratchets do
Extra caskets and church classics
Blowing an ill dust joint
At your wake as I drive past it
Now that's murder 2004 blood further dick
You ain't that big cus you
Ain't never heard of
Or brought up in any convo
Benny Blanco your style will get
Your face picked off
And your nose ripped off
You fake niggas don't understand
This is Theodore
We gon blow like a hundred fans

New York will test you, try to get you
Don't be scared about it
It'll caress you and molest you
But don't be weird about it
Don't wear your heart on your sleeve and
Dare to come here without it you bout it
Then let it flow out like
Tears of fear shouted ain't no kick the can
Chutes and Ladders or Candyland
Mothers survive their sons
Trying to be a family man
Out to there like hand to hand, walkers
Bikers and camel stands
In order to tell a ma'am from man here
You need a mammogram
Patrol, substance for nothing to
Blame the manners on
Up at the crack of dawn
Heard the word and your path is on
Still working for nothing
Abandon your dreams
Now they tattered, torn to pieces
Scattered on the ground that we walking on
Same ground around the dead body
Police draw chalk upon
Your name familiar on the radio
Police are talking on
Do what you gotta do to eat
And keep the heat from off the arms
Sometimes you gotta compromise what you
Was brought up on
The most exciting lyrics Kweli
And Ghost is writing
Psychosis leading to excessive
And hopeless biting
There's no denying your ho is eying
The flow is iron the Vitamin C you see
By the color of the pee
The muthafucking, most gutter MC
Dropped out of school at eighteen
With a dream and started running the streets
Keep the receipts
Don't need your college degree
Because my lyrics earn me honorary PHDs, yeah

People ask my why I keep it so hood
And I simply reply, it feels so good
We hit your ears in ways you
Ain't know the flow could
And make your momma say boy
You up to no good