Styles P, Talib Kweli, Chris Rivers, Rapsody - Let It Burn lyrics
[Styles P, Talib Kweli, Chris Rivers, Rapsody - Let It Burn lyrics]
Open your eyes yea, tell me what ya see
Emcees on deck this the elite squad
You shall see start
Recognizing your privileges
Yea before they start
Weaponizing these lyricists
All praises due to Allah
But we worship the dollar
So what we gonna do for Jihad?
I was hard in the booth
Of the yard the hallway then I got wise
Gave a little juice to the gods
Your body's your temple
Try to keep the lesson intact
Progression is forward, regression is back
But if you make it to the essence
That's a blessing in fact fuck a stripper
I got mother nature makin' it clap
I could rain dance a rain rhyme
Pass me a track
I adapt to the boom bap, mic and the strap
Gimme a dap, real rap, I'm ahead of the pack
This is Kweli and Ghost
And every rhyme kicking, in the morning
What I'm hittin is, probably a roach
I can talk to the walls, been walked on
Listen dog I'm different
Always use a Godly approach
Ain't the new Black Star
But shit I'm the mos'
Dope like Mac Miller, we black silla
These wack niggas gotta give us dap
But they be gettin' too close
I abhor violence but I'm a bar
Away from whippin' the toast
Your assumptions is a slippery slope
You scared to pick up the soap
Just stay away from the crime life
When you offer up critique
Of the zeitgeist, they slittin' your throat
Yo that's why I'm like show me the limelight
What's twisted
They destroyed a young black and gifted
So I'm staying on mission
Some of my niggas got that blonde ambition
Want a test, ain't no competition
Nigga my god is living
Stayin' true I play it blue
Like it's foul language
What we livin' through way more offensive
This is our anguish (solidarity)
Our pain is no illusion
No matter how you frame it (solidarity)
We spit our life
You actin' like it's just entertainment
Nah, that's what a fetish is
Hip Hop way more than cars, clothes
And necklaces
Ha, chemtrails in the air, let it burn
Let it burn
A nigga wishing he was there, wait your turn
Wait your turn
Now, you think you're different
But you're not, boy, woo!
You think you're living but you're not, boy
Dollar circulate for some jewelry or cars
You Bambi runnin' back in the forest
I know 'bout bright lights and that
They all ain't for us i know we at war and
That I'm just like Forrest
Black man on my shoulder
Recitin' Raphael chorus
Gonna miss me like Nike Airs
Crisp tees, this summer I'm comin' for ya
Halfway there like La Toya
The heart don't lie
Everybody rockin' Jordans can't fly
5'3" with a 6'9" stride
Got a leg up on whoever my employer is 9
I'm only one away from a dime
We don't change up, we just
A better version this time, huh
I bet we get it right the next time
Millions march and they still
Buildin' Dakota pipelines
I'm still writing pipe lines, CRACK
Prince said this the Sign 'O the Times
I'm waiting on a day that I cover a Time
My mother said the love of the blessed
So I am just like her
You couldn't picture a writer like
I with a Leica
Flash it, I descend for the cipher
There's more wisdom to come
Even my dull shit brighter
But pay me no mind if you
Don't know what the price is
What the price is
Ha, chemtrails in the air, let it burn
Let it burn
A nigga wishing he was there, wait
Your turn, wait your turn, woo!
Now, you think you're different
But you're not, boy, woo!
You think you're living but you're not, boy
True
You think we trippin these are knots, boy
Woo! You think we flippin we got plots, boy
Emcees on deck this the elite squad
You shall see start
Recognizing your privileges
Yea before they start
Weaponizing these lyricists
All praises due to Allah
But we worship the dollar
So what we gonna do for Jihad?
I was hard in the booth
Of the yard the hallway then I got wise
Gave a little juice to the gods
Your body's your temple
Try to keep the lesson intact
Progression is forward, regression is back
But if you make it to the essence
That's a blessing in fact fuck a stripper
I got mother nature makin' it clap
I could rain dance a rain rhyme
Pass me a track
I adapt to the boom bap, mic and the strap
Gimme a dap, real rap, I'm ahead of the pack
This is Kweli and Ghost
And every rhyme kicking, in the morning
What I'm hittin is, probably a roach
I can talk to the walls, been walked on
Listen dog I'm different
Always use a Godly approach
Ain't the new Black Star
But shit I'm the mos'
Dope like Mac Miller, we black silla
These wack niggas gotta give us dap
But they be gettin' too close
I abhor violence but I'm a bar
Away from whippin' the toast
Your assumptions is a slippery slope
You scared to pick up the soap
Just stay away from the crime life
When you offer up critique
Of the zeitgeist, they slittin' your throat
Yo that's why I'm like show me the limelight
What's twisted
They destroyed a young black and gifted
So I'm staying on mission
Some of my niggas got that blonde ambition
Want a test, ain't no competition
Nigga my god is living
Stayin' true I play it blue
Like it's foul language
What we livin' through way more offensive
This is our anguish (solidarity)
Our pain is no illusion
No matter how you frame it (solidarity)
We spit our life
You actin' like it's just entertainment
Nah, that's what a fetish is
Hip Hop way more than cars, clothes
And necklaces
Ha, chemtrails in the air, let it burn
Let it burn
A nigga wishing he was there, wait your turn
Wait your turn
Now, you think you're different
But you're not, boy, woo!
You think you're living but you're not, boy
Dollar circulate for some jewelry or cars
You Bambi runnin' back in the forest
I know 'bout bright lights and that
They all ain't for us i know we at war and
That I'm just like Forrest
Black man on my shoulder
Recitin' Raphael chorus
Gonna miss me like Nike Airs
Crisp tees, this summer I'm comin' for ya
Halfway there like La Toya
The heart don't lie
Everybody rockin' Jordans can't fly
5'3" with a 6'9" stride
Got a leg up on whoever my employer is 9
I'm only one away from a dime
We don't change up, we just
A better version this time, huh
I bet we get it right the next time
Millions march and they still
Buildin' Dakota pipelines
I'm still writing pipe lines, CRACK
Prince said this the Sign 'O the Times
I'm waiting on a day that I cover a Time
My mother said the love of the blessed
So I am just like her
You couldn't picture a writer like
I with a Leica
Flash it, I descend for the cipher
There's more wisdom to come
Even my dull shit brighter
But pay me no mind if you
Don't know what the price is
What the price is
Ha, chemtrails in the air, let it burn
Let it burn
A nigga wishing he was there, wait
Your turn, wait your turn, woo!
Now, you think you're different
But you're not, boy, woo!
You think you're living but you're not, boy
True
You think we trippin these are knots, boy
Woo! You think we flippin we got plots, boy