Talib Kweli - 5 AM in Brooklyn lyrics

Y’all niggas soft, b, y’all niggas soft, b
You’re spoiled used to be you had to
Go look for your Hip-Hop
Now it’s served to you on
A silver fucking platter
Now y’all niggas overly concerned with
How a nigga look
What a nigga wear, who a nigga fuck
That’s soft shit, b
What part of the game is that? Aye
But, I love these niggas
I approach all my niggas with love, man
I approach all these niggas with love, man
Yeah why? Why?

Love never fails, fuck your fairy tales
I’m never scared
Plus I do this rap shit very well
I aim to let my shit bang, turn the levels up
Party over for you niggas, time to settle up
All of a sudden y’all wanna know my opinion


But a nigga been official I’m
Holding down my position
Looking for the answers, ain’t no solution
There’s not a problem they tryna turn up
My catalogue speaks volumes
When I say I’m a man of
The people I really mean it
I don’t just mean the people
That I agree with
Now I could probably use some
Tact and some proper diction
But that’s why I’m an artist
Not a politician
And that’s why I’m the hardest regardless
If you think I’m a Prisoner of
Conscious I illicit certain responses
To make me the poorest choice to
Be backed by a corporate sponsor
So I'm independent as fuck and
My Company Flow gets Rawkus
Sometimes I get exhausted
There ain’t no rest for the weary
I never forfeit, I’m ill until the coffin
It’s lower than to the ground they
Say the lion left a pawprint
Body of work is so vast, so enormous
Y’all niggas ain’t about shit
Get your mouth split
Blood dripping all out your lip
On your outfit talking all that loud shit
I’m thorough as you say you are
Niggas twist your words so I gotta
Watch what I say on blogs
These niggas leaving comments
But they scared to at me
Put in the work that I put
In and then holla at me
I got love for every artist
I’m more than just a product
I’ve been a prisoner, see Mumia
I’ve been to Cuba to see Assata
Way before Mr and Mrs carter
Went on a dinner date
I had to send the lyrics ahead of
Time before I hit the stage
So scrutiny is not new to me I just usually
Only respect the opinion of
Those suggesting unity
Love Hip-Hop, stop it I don’t believe you
And loving Hip-Hop don’t got nothing
To do with either
Caught up in the gossip and
Rumors you not consuming
So I’m shitting on these niggas
Like Revenge of Montezuma
If you demand it trust the
Market will supply it
They complain about the music
But they never fucking buy it
I kinda get it though
We asking them to cop it
And they probably like
"Why? You waking up in a new Bugatti"
Shout to Future
This for my chicks who rocking
The Scotts with the poodle
And party like Adam Scott on Hulu
Set to wake these niggas up
Like cock-a doodle doo
‘Cause my spit more ludicrous than Shaka Zulu
These pseudo-intellectual metrosexuals try
To confuse you
And knock you off your schedule
Putting death on a pedestal
But rhyming describes the times that ricin
Was sent to federal buildings
By cowards capitalizing on our confusion
Now we trapped in speculation
The caterpillar the butterfly
Who get blinded by the light while
They stripping us of our rights
I'm not giving up on the fight or
Set ‘em up with the left
Then knock ‘em out with the right
I be rocking the shit for life, yeah

Prisoner of Conscious javotti Media
5 AM in Brooklyn