Talib Kweli, Z-Trip - Numerology lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Z-Trip - Numerology lyrics]
Yea, man, this that old Electric Company, man
Ay, Attack the Block, count it down
Talib Kweli, Z Trip this a prelude to POC
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
Better strap your boots up
Time is running low low
Clock’s running down, gotta run, gotta go go
Bet it ain’t safe here
Only getting worse now
Fighting for survival, only way we know how
Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky
We stand and we breathe and we push and we go
And we run, run, run ‘til we can’t no more
Yea, the final countdown
The countdown to Armageddon
Chuck got it right he got it right, y’all
Eleven pipers piping
They lying just like the reverend
Seven represent the divine
The devil triple six
Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa
Never trust nobody, commandment number three
And players only love you when they playing
Word to Stevie Nicks
Yea and numbers never lie
They simply plead the fifth
No I’m not quite on the edge
But I can see the cliff
And niggas out here snitch for a
Dire slice and some pita chips
Now they reading the script
Niggas get beat up quick
Stomped out, shipped
Probably why we call our sneakers kicks
Industry niggas is tweaking because
They need a hit
Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because
We need a list
Confusing God with the rules you obey
We came to win, no it’s never no game
We don’t play yea I’m so sick of rappers
That spoil your whole day
You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay
Hey!
Break it, break it, break it, break it
Eleven? knowledge you never
Learned in college
Seven is the number that God is equality, six
Five is power of famine
Wisdom lead to understanding
That’s th-th-th-th-th-three-three
Final hour
The devil will cower behind the towers
I got a cavity ‘cause the victory sweet
The defeat sour
This coward will stop at nothing if
Clutching on to his power
He can feel it slipping away down the
Drain like he in the shower
Think he the shit ‘cause he pocket
The key to the master lock
Attack the block, he like a
Wolf in sheep’s clothing, attack the flock
It’s that Talib Kweli man
God MC in red like a stop sign
2012 ended your world but not mine
Ay, Attack the Block, count it down
Talib Kweli, Z Trip this a prelude to POC
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
Better strap your boots up
Time is running low low
Clock’s running down, gotta run, gotta go go
Bet it ain’t safe here
Only getting worse now
Fighting for survival, only way we know how
Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky
We stand and we breathe and we push and we go
And we run, run, run ‘til we can’t no more
Yea, the final countdown
The countdown to Armageddon
Chuck got it right he got it right, y’all
Eleven pipers piping
They lying just like the reverend
Seven represent the divine
The devil triple six
Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa
Never trust nobody, commandment number three
And players only love you when they playing
Word to Stevie Nicks
Yea and numbers never lie
They simply plead the fifth
No I’m not quite on the edge
But I can see the cliff
And niggas out here snitch for a
Dire slice and some pita chips
Now they reading the script
Niggas get beat up quick
Stomped out, shipped
Probably why we call our sneakers kicks
Industry niggas is tweaking because
They need a hit
Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because
We need a list
Confusing God with the rules you obey
We came to win, no it’s never no game
We don’t play yea I’m so sick of rappers
That spoil your whole day
You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay
Hey!
Break it, break it, break it, break it
Eleven? knowledge you never
Learned in college
Seven is the number that God is equality, six
Five is power of famine
Wisdom lead to understanding
That’s th-th-th-th-th-three-three
Final hour
The devil will cower behind the towers
I got a cavity ‘cause the victory sweet
The defeat sour
This coward will stop at nothing if
Clutching on to his power
He can feel it slipping away down the
Drain like he in the shower
Think he the shit ‘cause he pocket
The key to the master lock
Attack the block, he like a
Wolf in sheep’s clothing, attack the flock
It’s that Talib Kweli man
God MC in red like a stop sign
2012 ended your world but not mine