Diabolic - Inekwelity lyrics

Yo I thought they gave you fair warning
Bitch you should’ve listened
You know you done fucked up, right
Diabolic, ha ha ha
One, two, three rest in peace Talib Kweli
Crying like make it stop
That shit isn’t hiphop, you ho

I did some research read your
Piece it needs work
Ain't medium dot com the place
You buy your tee shirts
I had a knee jerk reaction
While you cry and tremble
Petrified not only do you generalize
You lie in general
Doubting my potential cause my skin is white
Shit if writing's your super power
Making sense is kryptonite
But don't doubt the fact I'll show
Up at your crib tonight


And hit you with a right for each
Thing you wrote I didn't like
Online picking fights 'til Pen
And Tech addressed it
Not for me they stepped in so this
Bitch wouldn't get his head split
Then you said if I was sorry you'd apologize
Followed by a convo 'bout
The boys Bambatta sodomized
Do not deny the truth ho
You asked for evidence
And that's the precedent you set when
Tech was at your residence
Now I'm addressing it to fill
The part that's missing
And the parts you skipped in all
That Kickstarter shit you started kicking
Disregard the fiction I'm not
The only artist living

To fuck a few orders up
Doesn't mean they aren't shipping
I've given back to this
Culture and it's clear
The only vultures that appeared
Circle over your career
Yeah you popped off once
Stock dropped off jump
So severe your whole career's
Become a sophomore slump
Chump I walk through crowded
Sidewalks in Bedstuy
Bump shoulders and knock this punk
Over just to get by
Then I meet Swave Sevah at the back bar
At a Black Star show wondering where
The fuck the blacks are
So how you go on Twitter with
The nerve to act hard
Your crowd's the same as one
At Talladega watching NASCAR
You wack par as far as rhyming to beats
You’re too busy finding Kelis to
Hide behind when there's beef
You’re too busy with the scene
Telling lies in your tweets
If you were real Mr Green you'd
Do it live in the streets
While I’d make sure the
Prophecy still holds true
Stop fronting ain't dropped something
Quality since '02
That's probably why you feel so
Obsolete and old school
In boat shoes fresh off your

Shopping spree at Whole Foods
You're like so cool in your
French heels and neckerchiefs
'Til I fire cannons out of
Left field like Cespedes
When your homie Niko's left
Feeling pressed a bit
In LA you do nothing protects the kid
That's my regiment so if I
Were trying to silence you
I would now shut the fuck up here's
What I would do if were you
I'd find a crew like mine to
Squeeze a round at tyrants who
Really hold your people down not tweet
At clowns to ride for you
But that's too live for you
That's why my record player's
Playing Respiration while every breath you're
Taking's through a respirator
Shedding rays of light like neon gas
Don't need Vinia singing to
Put Kweli on blast
Just throw a beat on won't
See Sean you're beyond trash
Dream on I'll air a smith at your peon ass
Like it's my theme song Steven's
Got them screams on smash
Your CD's for rolling weed on my Nissan dash
Now be gone fast quick
Before the topic's trending
Hashtag the revolution's not a Twitter
War so stop pretending admit it you're just
Immature and condescending

Cause we've seen the shit before throwing
Fit's when your with Donald Lemon
A common ending to any topic of discussion
You're involved with Obnoxious you
Gossip it's disgusting
Everybody's a nobody ’til
Proper introductions
Guess what nobody's bodying your
Knowledge and instruction
Honestly it's nothing but hang
Tough don't forfeit
Who am I kidding I just wanna
Bring up some more shit
You say stuff like you should
Thank us for all this
Fine thank you Kweli for bankrupting Rawkus
Thanks for generalizing when it
Generally serves you
Exhibit A I didn't know Remedy Urkel
You nerds will twist words and
Deflect in these circles
Scared to look in the mirror
Cause that reflection's eternal
Step in the lab with that aggression and spaz
I'll shit on you and wipe
With the confederate flag
Go to Twitter for support the
Only weapon you have
But, I don't care about those kids
Like Mos Def as a dad
Toe tagged if we battle you'll
Be dwelling on race
I'll smoke a blunt to the head you'll
Take an L to your face
Cause to me melanin's your
Least relevant trait
Before that there's petty pussy
Fragile selfish and fake
But wait you're revolutionary right
Those are just rhymes
Cause real revolutionaries fight
On the Frontlines so when it comes time for
You to die true indeed
This tune will be played on
Boomboxes at your eulogy

One, two, three rest in peace Talib Kweli
Crying like make it stop
That shit isn’t hiphop, you ho