Talib Kweli - Lie a Lot lyrics

I ain't out to diss nobody
But we gon' keep it real for a second
Can we keep it real for a second
Brooklyn stand up
If you doing ya grizzly I respect that
But a lot of rappers is
Saying things they don't mean
People see through dat talib Kweli

Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna rise to the top
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna to rise to the top



This is why I'm hot, this is why I'm hot
I ain't scared to die
I ain't scared of getting' shot
I got the fear of God and
From all that I been through
If you fuck with the family then
I gotta put it in you
Pause, now continue, I love the competition
I ain't got no issue with
The battles or dissin'
But, I keep it straight with you
We shootin' from the hip
I can't stand these rappers that
Just shootin' off they lip
Every rapper is a clapper
Your producer is a shooter
Engineer gotta nine, label boss gotta ruger
Yeah, right, we ain't stupid
We don't believe these losers
Got a Mac in the booth
Tell the truth, it's a computer
So let me guess you make it that impression
I seen you on MySpace
You just wanna be friends
So let's not pretend, I respected ya block
Until I put it all together
Now let's connect the dots

Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna rise to the top
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna rise to the top

Ok, you say you rap
You know how I can tell you whack
It's 2007 and you still sellin' crack
Back in 1986 when we
Was shootin' over sneakers
Crack was king but now they
Slangin' and it's drastically cheaper
It ain't a real demand there
Ain't no short supply
Just the same old crackheads
Getting twice as high
These niggas like to lie on
How they kill on corners they still corny
They don't know what the real New York is
Faster than a rose in crime inner city drop
It wasn't because the mayor
Added forty thousand cops
You on the corner like "Wow
My style is pretty hot"
But my style mile is equal to 20 city blocks
Most say New York is soft
It's softer with the beef shit
Niggas can't separate the music
From the street shit
Man that's some weak shit
Them niggas never classic
Remember, bastards
Talib Kweli forever Blacksmith

Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna rise to the top
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot
I know you think you nice
You just nice on ya block
With these crabs in the barrel
Tryna rise to the top

Say if you do what you do, do what you do
Do it the best word is bond
Sex, drugs and murder
Right? It's entertainment
It's very entertaining
You know what I'm sayin'?
But, if you just listenin' - if
You a fan, a spectator, a tourist
And you just takin' a tour through this world
Don't rep it like you really doin' it
Because it could come back to haunt you
Y'know? Niggas lie a lot, man
Do not believe a word these niggas is sayin'
They are just cariacatures in the cells
It's not really real, it's just television
It's two-dimension
Talib Kweli, Blacksmith is the revolution
We are three-motherfuckin'-D yeah