Skyzoo, Talib Kweli - Spike Lee Was My Hero lyrics
[Skyzoo, Talib Kweli - Spike Lee Was My Hero lyrics]
I heard D's from my pillow, right?
Made me lean out my window, right?
Knew the scene from the get go, right?
But Spike Lee was my hero
Say you here by any means tell 'em ditto, uh
But Spike Lee was my hero
For the heroics, capes on to notice
Waited for them to show it and
Traced all of the motives
The motive beyond reason to pay
Us all in the open
Like maybe all them below us is
Waiting for us to throw this
If money talks in another kind of slang
They hover by it again til you
Changing all that you've spoken
Like "where the speech at?"
Tell em that you breathe that
And shit is asthmatic the way they
Hang on the feed back
Fuck em all until they know
That you mean that
And they're ripping up your drivers side
Digging thru your g pack
Talking Hamsterdam and they
Don't believe that
And hanging out my window helped me see that
You know the scene
Rubbing shoulders with the cast like
I wrote the lead
Shit I just wrote where we was
At and put that over these
Bad bitches want Isabel Marants
And we all tryna give them what they
Want so you know the speed
They said it's rules to the shit
Money that should be ours
The pursuance from the get
I'm true indeed for a flip
I'm due in need of a flip
But as true to me as it is i'm still
Truly yours and truthfully for the win
I'm still
Doing more for you and me off the rip
I'm built
By what I saw so usually what it is
Is everything that it was
Beautifully on the strip
Standing underneath an awning and hoping
To get a morning i swear they so belonging
Of all of these wide bodies
And whatever other callings
Of all of these Nola Darlings
The tug of wars on Strike
Dunham and Dap Dunlap
The Jesus Shuttlesworths and what it
Took to become that
The phone booth can be where you
Change or where you pump at
My heroes took turns wit who would run that
So for all the Pierre Delacroixs
The Man Tans and Sleep-N-Eats
And all the money from hand to
Hands that we can keep
I live amongst the proud neighbors
Who bang louder than Al-Qaeda
Moving them keys like Cal Tjader for
The cheese like Sal's Famous
Fiends looking for houses where
The rock's probably cooking
On the corners we BBQ on
The block parties in Brooklyn
The birthplace of Jordan
You wore them if you was hard enough
Fucking with Nikes
Why you think the Spike's so popular?
The block is like a prison with
Night vision they watching us
On top of us with binoculars to
Properly get the drop on us
I'm topical like Clockers cause crack kills
They making a movie
But I'm making black films with my rap skills
They standing on the corners looking vexed
Looking stressed having to stoop to new
Lows like Brooklyn steps
First fight in Fort Greene
Got respected in Brooklyn Tech
Spike's joint across the street
Of course I was looking fresh
Now I'm coming for what's mine
The hoarders call it extortion
40 acres and a Porsche with
More than 400 horses, yeah!
One of the few who had his
Pops out the whole block
Told me never to settle or let the dough stop
Leave here with as much as you can hold Sky
And point blank 'em if they
Ever come at yo' tie
Made me follow every script
That Spike ever wrote
So how I write is cuz of them rightfully so
The irony of wanting everything
I could be shown but seeing life like a Lee
Rightfully so
Made me lean out my window, right?
Knew the scene from the get go, right?
But Spike Lee was my hero
Say you here by any means tell 'em ditto, uh
But Spike Lee was my hero
For the heroics, capes on to notice
Waited for them to show it and
Traced all of the motives
The motive beyond reason to pay
Us all in the open
Like maybe all them below us is
Waiting for us to throw this
If money talks in another kind of slang
They hover by it again til you
Changing all that you've spoken
Like "where the speech at?"
Tell em that you breathe that
And shit is asthmatic the way they
Hang on the feed back
Fuck em all until they know
That you mean that
And they're ripping up your drivers side
Digging thru your g pack
Talking Hamsterdam and they
Don't believe that
And hanging out my window helped me see that
You know the scene
Rubbing shoulders with the cast like
I wrote the lead
Shit I just wrote where we was
At and put that over these
Bad bitches want Isabel Marants
And we all tryna give them what they
Want so you know the speed
They said it's rules to the shit
Money that should be ours
The pursuance from the get
I'm true indeed for a flip
I'm due in need of a flip
But as true to me as it is i'm still
Truly yours and truthfully for the win
I'm still
Doing more for you and me off the rip
I'm built
By what I saw so usually what it is
Is everything that it was
Beautifully on the strip
Standing underneath an awning and hoping
To get a morning i swear they so belonging
Of all of these wide bodies
And whatever other callings
Of all of these Nola Darlings
The tug of wars on Strike
Dunham and Dap Dunlap
The Jesus Shuttlesworths and what it
Took to become that
The phone booth can be where you
Change or where you pump at
My heroes took turns wit who would run that
So for all the Pierre Delacroixs
The Man Tans and Sleep-N-Eats
And all the money from hand to
Hands that we can keep
I live amongst the proud neighbors
Who bang louder than Al-Qaeda
Moving them keys like Cal Tjader for
The cheese like Sal's Famous
Fiends looking for houses where
The rock's probably cooking
On the corners we BBQ on
The block parties in Brooklyn
The birthplace of Jordan
You wore them if you was hard enough
Fucking with Nikes
Why you think the Spike's so popular?
The block is like a prison with
Night vision they watching us
On top of us with binoculars to
Properly get the drop on us
I'm topical like Clockers cause crack kills
They making a movie
But I'm making black films with my rap skills
They standing on the corners looking vexed
Looking stressed having to stoop to new
Lows like Brooklyn steps
First fight in Fort Greene
Got respected in Brooklyn Tech
Spike's joint across the street
Of course I was looking fresh
Now I'm coming for what's mine
The hoarders call it extortion
40 acres and a Porsche with
More than 400 horses, yeah!
One of the few who had his
Pops out the whole block
Told me never to settle or let the dough stop
Leave here with as much as you can hold Sky
And point blank 'em if they
Ever come at yo' tie
Made me follow every script
That Spike ever wrote
So how I write is cuz of them rightfully so
The irony of wanting everything
I could be shown but seeing life like a Lee
Rightfully so