Talib Kweli - Manage Your Anger lyrics
[Talib Kweli - Manage Your Anger lyrics]
Yeah, this is some shit you
Can set shit off to (Get familiar)
Get familiar with that gun shots
Talib Kweli
Clinton Sparks it's Anger Management y'all
You see, the tour ain't comin' to Brooklyn
So, it's my job to bring
Brooklyn to the tour yeah
We're gon' show you how to manage your anger
Before you do damage to a neighbor or
A stranger with the banger banger
Mayday mayday, danger danger
A lot of these rappers in
The closet like wire hangers
It's '05, summertime
Gettin' scarier and scarier
Drug dealer's business still control America
The block to the boardroom
A tomb to the courtroom
We find dope, we smoke
We shoot and snort too
Fiends, come for more coke like free refills
Around the way
They move enough white to make ski hills
Whiter than the cast of One Tree Hill, we ill
We got angels in Heaven all
Jealous of our free will look at 'em
They ain't got no respect for what He created
They live life
Get to go to paradise and don't appreciate it
But they don't know this life
Is Hell on Earth for what it's worth
It ain't about the ideas but who?
(Clinton Sparks)
Some will rap between a rock and a hard place
Torn between spirituality and the
Lifestyles to partake in
Trust, my adrenaline rush like a car chase
Flames bust out the neck when I'm
Speedin' up my heart rate
Tryin' to find a dark place for me
To pull my songs out of
Inspiration based on things I ain't proud of
I could rap about faith and repentance
But then it's me shoutin' out
"Message" like I'm Keenen in
Don't Be A Menace
"Ain't don't nobody wanna heart that shit"
So said the pussy nigga at the label who
Be scared to go near that shit
But, it's cool
I don't depend on them to make me a star
And they scared cause what I spit
Will expose a fake nigga's heart
Now here's a bar crashing noise
Let me tell you what's gangsta
When you doin' God's work cause
It needs to be done, not for the thank yous
Let me tell you what's thugged out
When you show niggas how to get
Paid without goin' the drug route
Let me tell you what's hard
Breakin' the cycle that got our sons and
Brothers fillin' up the prison yards
Let me tell you what's real
When niggas say what they feel
And that'll eliminate most of these
Niggas with the record deals
I hurt your feelings
It took longer than you expect to heal
The beef is fake
Imagine how soldiers in the desert feel
I'm like a veteran with special skill
Comin' from the home of the original
Gunn clapperz like Tek & Steele
Cut shit out,? feel
Spit so hot that the flesh will peel
Haha clinton Sparks anger Management let's go
Can set shit off to (Get familiar)
Get familiar with that gun shots
Talib Kweli
Clinton Sparks it's Anger Management y'all
You see, the tour ain't comin' to Brooklyn
So, it's my job to bring
Brooklyn to the tour yeah
We're gon' show you how to manage your anger
Before you do damage to a neighbor or
A stranger with the banger banger
Mayday mayday, danger danger
A lot of these rappers in
The closet like wire hangers
It's '05, summertime
Gettin' scarier and scarier
Drug dealer's business still control America
The block to the boardroom
A tomb to the courtroom
We find dope, we smoke
We shoot and snort too
Fiends, come for more coke like free refills
Around the way
They move enough white to make ski hills
Whiter than the cast of One Tree Hill, we ill
We got angels in Heaven all
Jealous of our free will look at 'em
They ain't got no respect for what He created
They live life
Get to go to paradise and don't appreciate it
But they don't know this life
Is Hell on Earth for what it's worth
It ain't about the ideas but who?
(Clinton Sparks)
Some will rap between a rock and a hard place
Torn between spirituality and the
Lifestyles to partake in
Trust, my adrenaline rush like a car chase
Flames bust out the neck when I'm
Speedin' up my heart rate
Tryin' to find a dark place for me
To pull my songs out of
Inspiration based on things I ain't proud of
I could rap about faith and repentance
But then it's me shoutin' out
"Message" like I'm Keenen in
Don't Be A Menace
"Ain't don't nobody wanna heart that shit"
So said the pussy nigga at the label who
Be scared to go near that shit
But, it's cool
I don't depend on them to make me a star
And they scared cause what I spit
Will expose a fake nigga's heart
Now here's a bar crashing noise
Let me tell you what's gangsta
When you doin' God's work cause
It needs to be done, not for the thank yous
Let me tell you what's thugged out
When you show niggas how to get
Paid without goin' the drug route
Let me tell you what's hard
Breakin' the cycle that got our sons and
Brothers fillin' up the prison yards
Let me tell you what's real
When niggas say what they feel
And that'll eliminate most of these
Niggas with the record deals
I hurt your feelings
It took longer than you expect to heal
The beef is fake
Imagine how soldiers in the desert feel
I'm like a veteran with special skill
Comin' from the home of the original
Gunn clapperz like Tek & Steele
Cut shit out,? feel
Spit so hot that the flesh will peel
Haha clinton Sparks anger Management let's go