Talib Kweli, Jon Connor, Freddie Gibbs - Makes No Sense lyrics

Real niggas say "church"
Catch the Holy Spirit
You can hear ‘em testify
Then I beat ‘em with the curse
This ain’t baseball
We don’t ever let it slide
Run through it like first, the tek’ll spray
Then the pepper spray like pesticides
And the crowd disperse
Somebody on the floor is left to die
That’s how it go
What you expect? There’s metal
Detectors at the door
That’s how you know that we in a prison
Whether it’s the club, or the school
Hospital or the fuckin’ airport
Take a trip when I’m on one
Gone in the head ‘til the song’s done, shit
You ain’t nothin’ but a blip on the screen
I remain the game for the long run
Staying at the forefront
No blinds – we gettin’ sky high
We changing time zones, the hours fly by
The Europeans
Mixing weed with their tobacco for ‘em
I got it locked like the Scots
With the shackles on ‘em slave psychology
Trade property if you want apologies
I’m a king, not in my genealogy
Origin of the word etymology
Eye of the pyramid like a Ponzi scheme
Pull my collar up, cooler than Fonzie be
And I rock, nigga, call me geology
I’m the top nigga, check the discography

Real niggas say "church, mosque, synagogue"
Fresh pine box for you and your squad
28 grams and it came out hard
So I quit my job, got blessed in the mob
Get burnt, work, left in the dirt
Last real nigga in the game, don’t perp
Gibbs be the nigga with the
Pounds and the work
Bet you’ll probably be the next
Rap nigga in a skirt
Get brake, scrape, put him in his place
Price on your head, got a dub in his face
All my dogs eat off the same plate
Shoot a nigga, get a charge
Get out the same day
And I know a nigga itching to
Do me the same way
Really do it matter? We livin’ the same shit
Never looking forward to getting
My brains lit but it’ll probably be a nigga
I hang and slang with
Yeah, enemies come with smiles
But I see their disguises
I done seen friends turn into straight frauds
So the fake shit don’t surprise me
In the lab with a spoon and a hot stove
Most of y’all niggas couldn’t survive me
38, young goon with a snub nosed
Born and raised on Gangsta Island

I’m not giving a fuck, which means I’m not
Giving an intimate touch, keeping
My virginity clutched, i’m not giving it up
Spitting murder
I’m probably not somebody you want
To make an enemy of
Every syllable is killin’ ‘em
Death is a minimum
Outcome when you lettin’ Freddie with
Machetes in your living room
I’m living through the visuals
I’m giving you connect with every individual
And they’re just saying that he’s lyrical
No, nigga, i’m the realest – raised in
The jungle with gorillas
Ain’t too many heroes and there’s
Way too many villains
Niggas goin’ crazy over money
Probably need to be committed
They commited to seeing these killings
And walking away like they don’t
Know who did it time ain’t on your side
So be happy when you see the
Other side of a minute
Half-aware niggas witness homicides
When they chillin’
Just another day in my city –
Just another day in Fly City
Gonna be funny with another nigga’s money
Better make sure a motherfucker die silly
It ain’t pretty poverty done got to me
No you can’t take it out of me
Talk is cheap, motherfucker
It’s like I just hit the lottery
Got to be niggas spitting that comedy
Not a nominee spitting a monopoly ‘til I’m
Living like Tommy Lee
Shit too real – and these niggas too fake
It’s my time – these niggas too late
My city too real – so I stay like that
And we don’t give no fuck –
‘cause we was raised like that gone