Talib Kweli, Phil Da Agony, Planet Asia - Drugs, Basketball, & Rap lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Phil Da Agony, Planet Asia - Drugs, Basketball, & Rap lyrics]
Yea that's what I'm talking about
S-A-S, size ain't shit, never that
Strong Arm Steady, Talib Kweli yea
Niggas gettin caught in the trap
For the cash
It's the drugs basketball or the rap
There's more to us than that
We the shit consider the facts
After you analyze that
You know you best to fall back
I'm dealing with, nothing but facts
When I spit it, though
You niggas superstitious don't step on the
Cracks or split the pole
Candle light, flickers so bright
My silhouette can kick a sicker flow
And spill it like a liquor store
I spit the shit to make a
Cripple get up and dance
I spit the shit to make the
Average MC piss in his pants
I spit the shit to make a
Motherfucker call it a night
I spit the shit to see fuck
Wit C delores Tucker sex like
I take a sip from my creative well
In this game for a minute
I play this well to win it, you
Go to Africa, like Dave Chappelle
You finished
Cause your prehistoric raps is boring
The number of whack rappers soaring
Like the percentages of teenagers
Who have abortions
These niggas meek, their lyrics weak
And their beats is corporate
They try snitching on records their
Mouths is leaking faucets
Dripping them over system than
Chinese water torture
Ripping a series of events
More unfortunate than Lemony Snicket
Medallions mind, bless the mic for the gods
Teach the blind
Plus get a piece of mine release
Your minds for each design
Baby food for thought
Rappers not coonin' for sport
Due to these pork eatin niggas of sort
Yo you's a fuckface
Burnt out loser that's always up late
Planet Asia the revolutionary slash nut case
A witchcraft black magic
Data load up computers
A spread the message wrote to you
Where when I show illusions
If all y'all niggas is killas then
How you write your records
How'd you find the time stop lying
Your minds' infected there's only a few
And I ain't saying niggas don't put
It down from you town i'm talkin bout you
Yea the fake dude promotin propaganda
And open on some fanna, and out right
Snitching on them cameras
Planet Asia, gold chain black bandanas low
Steady Gain Klick Klack rang rang
There they go
Just a high skip and a jump
Away from getting everything that
I could possibly want and prostitutes front
Get a 4 bar on the roster, scratch that
I'm talkin about a full roster of raps
Monsters that rap
Buzzed out? check the cadence
Of the frequency
Uniquely, we strong arms strategically
Easily I twist the? killa cali?
Back alleys burnin backwoods in danelis or
He probably with Kweli, out in BK
We make it easy for the DJ's
Like instant replays
Conversation by the buttons
I talk and touch something
Straight shots of the Louis he
Flew me out to London
Crunchin numbers flippin more dough
Like siccisero
Next thing you know we kissin ya ho
Without the mistletoe
Strong arm steady, agony can?
Fill the rigglies
The Big League niggas is dropping indies
Let's go
Talib kweli, right about now
This what I'm feelin right about now
And I invite you all to check it out wit me
Let's go!
S'like
S-A-S, size ain't shit, never that
Strong Arm Steady, Talib Kweli yea
Niggas gettin caught in the trap
For the cash
It's the drugs basketball or the rap
There's more to us than that
We the shit consider the facts
After you analyze that
You know you best to fall back
I'm dealing with, nothing but facts
When I spit it, though
You niggas superstitious don't step on the
Cracks or split the pole
Candle light, flickers so bright
My silhouette can kick a sicker flow
And spill it like a liquor store
I spit the shit to make a
Cripple get up and dance
I spit the shit to make the
Average MC piss in his pants
I spit the shit to make a
Motherfucker call it a night
I spit the shit to see fuck
Wit C delores Tucker sex like
I take a sip from my creative well
In this game for a minute
I play this well to win it, you
Go to Africa, like Dave Chappelle
You finished
Cause your prehistoric raps is boring
The number of whack rappers soaring
Like the percentages of teenagers
Who have abortions
These niggas meek, their lyrics weak
And their beats is corporate
They try snitching on records their
Mouths is leaking faucets
Dripping them over system than
Chinese water torture
Ripping a series of events
More unfortunate than Lemony Snicket
Medallions mind, bless the mic for the gods
Teach the blind
Plus get a piece of mine release
Your minds for each design
Baby food for thought
Rappers not coonin' for sport
Due to these pork eatin niggas of sort
Yo you's a fuckface
Burnt out loser that's always up late
Planet Asia the revolutionary slash nut case
A witchcraft black magic
Data load up computers
A spread the message wrote to you
Where when I show illusions
If all y'all niggas is killas then
How you write your records
How'd you find the time stop lying
Your minds' infected there's only a few
And I ain't saying niggas don't put
It down from you town i'm talkin bout you
Yea the fake dude promotin propaganda
And open on some fanna, and out right
Snitching on them cameras
Planet Asia, gold chain black bandanas low
Steady Gain Klick Klack rang rang
There they go
Just a high skip and a jump
Away from getting everything that
I could possibly want and prostitutes front
Get a 4 bar on the roster, scratch that
I'm talkin about a full roster of raps
Monsters that rap
Buzzed out? check the cadence
Of the frequency
Uniquely, we strong arms strategically
Easily I twist the? killa cali?
Back alleys burnin backwoods in danelis or
He probably with Kweli, out in BK
We make it easy for the DJ's
Like instant replays
Conversation by the buttons
I talk and touch something
Straight shots of the Louis he
Flew me out to London
Crunchin numbers flippin more dough
Like siccisero
Next thing you know we kissin ya ho
Without the mistletoe
Strong arm steady, agony can?
Fill the rigglies
The Big League niggas is dropping indies
Let's go
Talib kweli, right about now
This what I'm feelin right about now
And I invite you all to check it out wit me
Let's go!
S'like