Talib Kweli - Human Mic lyrics
[Talib Kweli - Human Mic lyrics]
I exhibit characteristics of
The average misfit
Who graduated from stabbing and
Grabbing a biscuit
It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
When there's no power it go sour
I seen 'em crossing a bridge by the masses
Covered in the ashes of both towers
Native New Yorker the way that we talk
Make him an offer that you can't refuse
Come back later on after you thought it over
Look out for shooters that we’re
Popping up at the opera to pop ya
Daughters paying for the sins
Of the god father
Popular music got ‘em confusing
Killers and artists i kill it the hardest
Competition dearly departed
They feeling some sort of way 'cuz
My flow revealing the garbage
I'm making 'em throw it up you
Just making the people vomit
When it comes to this rhymin'
I’m a legend like Tutankhamun
Or the Chupacabra
The way I weave it together
And tie the knot up
Made a macramé of macabre
You daquiri with a shot of
The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink
Throw it back, cognac, I'm the best
You know that you can have your own opinion
But not your own facts
On track as the most prolific ever
The most consistently viciously off the rip
We be rippin' it like a shredder
Some symphony hall shit, gettin'
Higher than your falsetto
Getting better drop a pearl every
Jam like Eddie Vedder
Very fed up with self appointed
Preservers of past eras
Who never see their reflection when
They’re walking past mirrors
They got bitten and now they smitten
With the taste of blood
They take enough drugs for the sleepin' they
Weepin' and fuckin' they make-up up
I raise the bar and the waiters up
All this hate is just
Confused unadulterated love
The eyes are the window to the
Souls and my shades is up
Advocate for artists
Regardless cause I got faith in us
For the workers who don’t get paid enough
Take the bus
Hands way too rough for the paper cuts
As far as they’re concerned food on the
Table's the only way to love
It takes a slum village to raise a child
You got to raise it up
Raise it up, raise it up, raise
It up, take it up, take it up
The average misfit
Who graduated from stabbing and
Grabbing a biscuit
It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
When there's no power it go sour
I seen 'em crossing a bridge by the masses
Covered in the ashes of both towers
Native New Yorker the way that we talk
Make him an offer that you can't refuse
Come back later on after you thought it over
Look out for shooters that we’re
Popping up at the opera to pop ya
Daughters paying for the sins
Of the god father
Popular music got ‘em confusing
Killers and artists i kill it the hardest
Competition dearly departed
They feeling some sort of way 'cuz
My flow revealing the garbage
I'm making 'em throw it up you
Just making the people vomit
When it comes to this rhymin'
I’m a legend like Tutankhamun
Or the Chupacabra
The way I weave it together
And tie the knot up
Made a macramé of macabre
You daquiri with a shot of
The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink
Throw it back, cognac, I'm the best
You know that you can have your own opinion
But not your own facts
On track as the most prolific ever
The most consistently viciously off the rip
We be rippin' it like a shredder
Some symphony hall shit, gettin'
Higher than your falsetto
Getting better drop a pearl every
Jam like Eddie Vedder
Very fed up with self appointed
Preservers of past eras
Who never see their reflection when
They’re walking past mirrors
They got bitten and now they smitten
With the taste of blood
They take enough drugs for the sleepin' they
Weepin' and fuckin' they make-up up
I raise the bar and the waiters up
All this hate is just
Confused unadulterated love
The eyes are the window to the
Souls and my shades is up
Advocate for artists
Regardless cause I got faith in us
For the workers who don’t get paid enough
Take the bus
Hands way too rough for the paper cuts
As far as they’re concerned food on the
Table's the only way to love
It takes a slum village to raise a child
You got to raise it up
Raise it up, raise it up, raise
It up, take it up, take it up