Gang Starr, Talib Kweli - Business or Art lyrics
[Gang Starr, Talib Kweli - Business or Art lyrics]
(Business, Art)
All he had to do was just enjoy the ride
Get on my level (Business)
A Gang Starr with a gangster, on a mission
We come and infiltrate your whole cypher man
(Art)
Business or art? Fist or steel?
Industry or street? Fake or real?
Cold or hot? Truth or trash?
War or peace? Longevity or cash?
Here’s one for SPIN, Billboard
And Rolling Stone
Hip Hop is so organic, it’ll grow on it's own
We watch 'em throw money at
It with clout and power but after a while
Things faded out and went sour
Somebody lost their shirt, execs got fired
Some artist went berserk
Took mad drugs and got wired
Hundreds of thousands
Up to millions in promo
All wasted on garbage, now, that was a no no
Oh, no
What's gonna happen now to these fools?
These self-centered pricks were showered
Proud of 'em too
Never that, 'cause I am the renegade realist
Street visionary, the end of days idealist
People often ask
"What's the key to longevity"
How I'm so consistent and
Bring the heat incredibly
Intelligence is vital and always stay hood
'Cause this is our culture
And we need to make good
Business or art? Fist or steel?
Industry or street? Fake or real?
Cold or hot? Truth or trash?
War or peace? Longevity or cash?
Business or art? Let's pick it apart
If you ain't spittin' out your heart
You'd be considered a mark
The bullshit gotta stop
'cause when it's business o'clock
You hear the tickin' and the
Tockin' on the digital watch
Yeah, time is money
And they don't find it funny
They'll show up where you live
Make your environment bloody, buddy
They'll kick in the door, tell you
"Get on the floor"
They bust a 9 and bust some rhymes, you like
"Gimme some more"
Askin' you where your heart is
But you an artist
You was never as hard as you said you was
Maybe lyin'
Wasn't the smartest decision you ever made
'Cause this business ain't regulated
If you beefin' over beats in these streets
You'll never make it
Now you singin' to cops
That's your favorite tune, nigga
They ain't got Yelp reviews for goons, nigga
Hip-hop, homie, that's our lane
It's Gang Starr with the Black Star gang
We bang bang when it's business or art
Business or art? Fist or steel?
Industry or street? Fake or real?
Cold or hot? Truth or trash?
War or peace? Longevity or cash?
All he had to do was just enjoy the ride
G-G-Get on my level (Business)
A Gang Starr with a gangster, on a mission
We come and infiltrate your whole cypher man
(Art)
All he had to do was just enjoy the ride
Get on my level (Business)
A Gang Starr with a gangster, on a mission
We come and infiltrate your whole cypher man
(Art)
Business or art? Fist or steel?
Industry or street? Fake or real?
Cold or hot? Truth or trash?
War or peace? Longevity or cash?
Here’s one for SPIN, Billboard
And Rolling Stone
Hip Hop is so organic, it’ll grow on it's own
We watch 'em throw money at
It with clout and power but after a while
Things faded out and went sour
Somebody lost their shirt, execs got fired
Some artist went berserk
Took mad drugs and got wired
Hundreds of thousands
Up to millions in promo
All wasted on garbage, now, that was a no no
Oh, no
What's gonna happen now to these fools?
These self-centered pricks were showered
Proud of 'em too
Never that, 'cause I am the renegade realist
Street visionary, the end of days idealist
People often ask
"What's the key to longevity"
How I'm so consistent and
Bring the heat incredibly
Intelligence is vital and always stay hood
'Cause this is our culture
And we need to make good
Business or art? Fist or steel?
Industry or street? Fake or real?
Cold or hot? Truth or trash?
War or peace? Longevity or cash?
Business or art? Let's pick it apart
If you ain't spittin' out your heart
You'd be considered a mark
The bullshit gotta stop
'cause when it's business o'clock
You hear the tickin' and the
Tockin' on the digital watch
Yeah, time is money
And they don't find it funny
They'll show up where you live
Make your environment bloody, buddy
They'll kick in the door, tell you
"Get on the floor"
They bust a 9 and bust some rhymes, you like
"Gimme some more"
Askin' you where your heart is
But you an artist
You was never as hard as you said you was
Maybe lyin'
Wasn't the smartest decision you ever made
'Cause this business ain't regulated
If you beefin' over beats in these streets
You'll never make it
Now you singin' to cops
That's your favorite tune, nigga
They ain't got Yelp reviews for goons, nigga
Hip-hop, homie, that's our lane
It's Gang Starr with the Black Star gang
We bang bang when it's business or art
Business or art? Fist or steel?
Industry or street? Fake or real?
Cold or hot? Truth or trash?
War or peace? Longevity or cash?
All he had to do was just enjoy the ride
G-G-Get on my level (Business)
A Gang Starr with a gangster, on a mission
We come and infiltrate your whole cypher man
(Art)