Styles P, Talib Kweli - Poets & Gangstas lyrics

The number 7 is the seeker, the thinker
The searcher of truth the Seven doesn't take
Anything at face value
It is always trying to
Understand the underlying
Hidden truth the Seven knows that nothing
Is exactly as it seems and that
Reality is often hidden behind illusions

Yeah that Kweli ghost shit right here
And I ready get your bars up, nigga
Let the games begin 7

Welcome to the conscience of the
Nation on hard beats i rap to my heart beat
Keepin' time as my feet hit the concrete
These dark streets blacker than the
Color of charred beef
The dark meat falling off like
The flesh of a zombie this freedom
That they dangle in front of
Us like some car keys
Snatch it back and peel out like a car thief
I'm sharper than shark's teeth
They prayin' cause the bars is godly
I'm a black star like Marcus Garvey
I'm rocking with Styles P, the ghost
'Cause most these rappers is mouthy
Firewater got them feening like alkies
The streets need a mouthpiece
My niggas is just trying to live
No I ain't talkin' Sundays on South Beach
I'm talkin' some days the fridge is empty as
The shelves in Bodegas that only sell weed
Coke and cigars with the flavors
As far as the neighbors
We at each others throats for the paper
The government gangster so people put
They hope in a savior, nope

Now that's that shit that you
Ain't know that you need
The gangstas and the poets
Yeah we know what it be
Plantin' these fields of reality
We sowin' the seeds
There's no games like Atari
Cause we not playin' with niggas
Now that's that shit that you
Ain't know that you need grow somethin'
Smoke somethin' cause we rolling the trees
I got the ghost as a quarterback
He throw it to me it's no games like Serani
Cause we not playin' with niggas

Wanna chat with ghost fuck a Ouija
Only board you need is the engineer's
Armageddon and Venom here
Lyrical warfare dies if you send 'em here
MC graveyard the lyrical pallbearer
If I'm there I bet you the Lord hear us
Or maybe the angels, maybe a few demons
Channel my ancestors when doing
My deep breathin'
The light from the darkness
Giving the mic spark with deep soul
Deep brain wave and an ice heart
Get the weed in the paper and
Watch how the flight start but
You should get away if ever the fight start
One love but first blood drawer to
Get it drawn from me
They gon' throw the peace sign but bet
You they put the horns to me
Yeah I drop science of writing in Orion
On the ride with God but
He letting me co-pilot
Jet until I die if you ever to profile him

Now that's that shit that you
Ain't know that you need
The gangstas and the poets
Yeah we know what it be
Plantin' these fields of reality
We sowin' the seeds
There's no games like Atari
Cause we not playin' with niggas
Now that's that shit that you
Ain't know that you need grow somethin'
Smoke somethin' cause we rolling the trees
I got the ghost as a quarterback
He throw it to me it's no games like Serani
Cause we not playin' with niggas

(Niggas) sell their souls to Mephistopheles
Fuck the fourth estate
Cause the devil got a monopoly
Egyptology the philosophy, fuck Socrates
How you, possibly stoppin' me when you
Flow so sloppily?
Rappers, try to copy me just to
Prove they a man to me just a fan to me
Standin' right under the Kweli canopy
(it's nice here)
Protected from ego and vanity
These culture vultures claim they
Like rap but
Be acting like Sean Hannity understanding me?

Architect the anarchy, insanity
Humble but I'm feignin' in vanity
Pain bringer to families
That boy is a rapper, he dead
Understanding me?
Protocol call all the pros that be flowin'
I'll embarrass them
Rollin' down my lane like a bowling ball
No-one know nothin', still in awe
I'm a know-it-all know I kill these rappers
Fuck if I know 'em y'all
Ghost and Kweli this is MC glowing y'all

Now that's that shit that you
Ain't know that you need
The gangstas and the poets
Yeah we know what it be
Plantin' these fields of reality
We sowin' the seeds
There's no games like Atari
Cause we not playin' with niggas
Now that's that shit that you
Ain't know that you need grow somethin'
Smoke somethin' cause we rolling the trees
I got the ghost as a quarterback
He throw it to me it's no games like Serani
Cause we not playin' with niggas