Talib Kweli, Busta Rhymes - Rocket Ships lyrics

Moving at the speed of a solution
Bleeding in the streets as
We're breathing the pollution
They're saying that we need a revolution
But their passion is reduced to
All-caps on a computer
Hey, every sixteen I make a sick scene
Blood splattered all on you
Shirt like a Miskeen
Y'all niggas trippin' like mescaline
And mixed greens
My flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristine
You going green like Al Gore with 'em
I make algorithms that got Malcolm in 'em
God's favorite
I'm sick as a doctor's patient
We live in a cold world
My job is to rock nations
My occupation? Elation
A celebration of rebels
Raise the levels and the decibels flagrant
It's too amazing how we be blazing, son
Our flowers is the loudest
They crowd around us
But cower in the shadows of the towers, boy

Take a tour with it, bake the raw
Where the beats so savage
That it's knuckles gon' scrape the floor
Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off

Yo, I plaster the nation, causing evacuation
My manifestation got 'em patient from
How I keeps it amazing
See, I'm the reason niggas need some training
While I'm inflicting the pain and making
It suitable for any occasion
I'm very engaging soon as I'm awaken
Quickly back you up and bag your bitch
She's reminding me of Sanaa Lathan
Rely on the hating while
I'm smiling and waiting
That's when I embrace 'em
If you try to front
You'll be highly mistaken
The mightiest making of a classic, alrighty
I'll face it my psyche is ancient and I'm
Hiring, so try me, i'm patient
Sorry, I'm lying, face it
I'm back for the taking
I'm urgently giving niggas the courtesy
Of smashing their face in
(Damn, can you cut his mic off?)
See how we got 'em buggin'
Cause they can't believe what we
Have in the making shit so historic
Got me goin' for it while I bang the nation
And do niggas greasier than a slab of bacon

Bitch, you still cooking this
Pork in this house?
Stop cooking that damn pork in this house
The hell going on in here?

Take a tour with it, bake the raw
Where the beats so savage
That it's knuckles gon' scrape the floor
Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off

These rap niggas is bitches
Nothing but suckers to me
Sacrifice myself for the music and
Let them suffer through me
Your weak product is nothing to me
I only feel effects when I fuck with Louis
Yep, I get buck in the
Studio like I'm Evil Dee
Pulling strings like the Muppet movie
Shining my light like Mos
Calling his mother Umi
Who's the hottest regardless
Of who's flaming?
We ain't talkin' 'bout the best
Until you mention my name
Who're you kidding? The truest spitting
I'll break you like a mirror so it's clearer
That we don't believe in superstition
These new additions need supervision
Thinking that they can spit it
In the booth like me
What are you stupid? Listen
I've been official, it's been official
I'm too consistent i make a claim cause I'm
Too official for euphemisms
Staying in the cut like a new incision
I'll put you on your ass like True Religion
So give it up for the truest living

Take a tour with it, bake the raw
Where the beats so savage
That it's knuckles gon' scrape the floor
Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off
Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off