Talib Kweli - Flash Gordon lyrics
[Talib Kweli - Flash Gordon lyrics]
Yeah kweli in the house
Dave West is what I'm talkin' about
You know? Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea
Yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh
Make a joy for noise until
The lord people are floored
Cause the pen is mightier than the sword
Leavin' the floor cause my words cut deeper
Than a tissue massage
I got hooks and lines that sink
Y'all like a fisherman's rod
I'm on mission for God he blessed
Me to spit it this hard
A lot of niggas start shit but
They don't finish the job
I'm like Minister Farrakhan or Africans
Who finished a marathon
The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn
No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on
Even if the dawn lit overhead I carry on
Like Flash Gordon the Scar on
My Face is Brad Jordan
Passports splash with blood from the
Battle I last fought in
I want to cash all in
Or I start breakin' like glass jaw I put
The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'
Or fast forward just to catch what I said
Yo I say some shit like that
Just to mess with your head, come on
Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
In the hour of chaos
We ain't rappin' till they pay us
Is that real? We got babies
We got bills put your hands up in the air
If you know how I feel
And let it out (let it out)
Get it out (get it out)
Work it up (work it up) sweat it out
I don't know if you know
My history I do it big
Like Notorious did
Get on and play like this according to kid
Gangster like knock out Ned like Little
Zane slayed all on his wiz
Crazy like the little hand on the seven
The big hand on the six j-Lo, yo
Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low
Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo
I don't know if you know
My history you don't know me
Choke the game till it's blue
Like a varicose vein
And I can't remember the last time
I felt this terrible pain
And the whole shit blew up was it in vain?
They'll be lookin' through the rubble
Like they searchin' for Hussein
I'm lookin through the club I'm
Really searchin for who's sane
The music got everyone crazy and who to blame
Be prepared think there'll be some
Ugliness up in here end up in intensive care
With the vegetables there, you know?
It's the black hand bustin' the tech
Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat
Swingin' for the upper deck
It's the black man cuttin' a check
The nigga's the boss
The niggers want to test if
They addicted to laws i spit on the floor
The right hook will get at your jaw
Make the track my baby mama
When I'm hittin' it raw i rap through:
Wars and tours and whores on the
Floors I did it for force
So I spit at all the shit that I saw
I party with supermodels who wanna
Take of they clothes
The ones who smokin' cocaine so they
Don't fuck up they nose
I walked the slums of Soweto
And the streets of Havana
Takin' pictures with kids who
Never seen a camera
From the land of the Alabama since
The night in the Cali
Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms
Song in the rally
Out the back of yo' Dinnali give
You the skinny like Ally McBeal
It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal
What?!
Dave West is what I'm talkin' about
You know? Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea
Yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh
Make a joy for noise until
The lord people are floored
Cause the pen is mightier than the sword
Leavin' the floor cause my words cut deeper
Than a tissue massage
I got hooks and lines that sink
Y'all like a fisherman's rod
I'm on mission for God he blessed
Me to spit it this hard
A lot of niggas start shit but
They don't finish the job
I'm like Minister Farrakhan or Africans
Who finished a marathon
The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn
No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on
Even if the dawn lit overhead I carry on
Like Flash Gordon the Scar on
My Face is Brad Jordan
Passports splash with blood from the
Battle I last fought in
I want to cash all in
Or I start breakin' like glass jaw I put
The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'
Or fast forward just to catch what I said
Yo I say some shit like that
Just to mess with your head, come on
Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
In the hour of chaos
We ain't rappin' till they pay us
Is that real? We got babies
We got bills put your hands up in the air
If you know how I feel
And let it out (let it out)
Get it out (get it out)
Work it up (work it up) sweat it out
I don't know if you know
My history I do it big
Like Notorious did
Get on and play like this according to kid
Gangster like knock out Ned like Little
Zane slayed all on his wiz
Crazy like the little hand on the seven
The big hand on the six j-Lo, yo
Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low
Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo
I don't know if you know
My history you don't know me
Choke the game till it's blue
Like a varicose vein
And I can't remember the last time
I felt this terrible pain
And the whole shit blew up was it in vain?
They'll be lookin' through the rubble
Like they searchin' for Hussein
I'm lookin through the club I'm
Really searchin for who's sane
The music got everyone crazy and who to blame
Be prepared think there'll be some
Ugliness up in here end up in intensive care
With the vegetables there, you know?
It's the black hand bustin' the tech
Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat
Swingin' for the upper deck
It's the black man cuttin' a check
The nigga's the boss
The niggers want to test if
They addicted to laws i spit on the floor
The right hook will get at your jaw
Make the track my baby mama
When I'm hittin' it raw i rap through:
Wars and tours and whores on the
Floors I did it for force
So I spit at all the shit that I saw
I party with supermodels who wanna
Take of they clothes
The ones who smokin' cocaine so they
Don't fuck up they nose
I walked the slums of Soweto
And the streets of Havana
Takin' pictures with kids who
Never seen a camera
From the land of the Alabama since
The night in the Cali
Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms
Song in the rally
Out the back of yo' Dinnali give
You the skinny like Ally McBeal
It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal
What?!