Talib Kweli, Saigon - Slap Niggas lyrics

Catalyst raps
Crackers out to add to the stats
They're manufacturing gats to kill
Latins and blacks
If it ain't each other it's black
On Latin or Latin on black
Both get a box, one in the dirt
One up in Adirondacks
These rappers on wax, was growing up
Their mom, dad, even cat was on crack
Yeah get on and yap on a track
Call it what you want
Black hating or mad rap
All that material crap ain't abstract
Shit's mad wack my flow is here to show
What the difference is
Blind folks follow a book in which
They don't really know the significance
Religion ain't feeding babies or
Curing the sicknesses
These Jehovah's Witnesses need to
Open some businesses
Spitting with no specificness
Blow the mischief and show prolificness
Ain't too many MCs that
Could go the distances
Father had it on since Matawan
Fought Babylon sick of y'all
Pick a wall for your brain
To get splattered on
Whoever said bad is wrong
Never slept on a pissy mattress
In a cell on the same
Tier there's a faggot on
Hawked cause you got ratted on
Rough said a burner is like a magic wand
Abracadabra, crackers is gone (they gone)
Outta here (motherfucker)
Wish I had a magic wand
(fuck is y'all niggas talking bout)
And all y'all fake rapping niggas
(hit em in the head nigga) answer me this:

What makes ya cool to be a gangsta?
What makes ya cool to be a thug?
What is it that's so cool about possibly
Getting hit in your head with a slug?
What makes ya cool to be hip hop?
What makes a grown man wanna crip walk?
What is the reason I swear to fucking God
That I seen George Bush with a pitchfork

I slap niggas
Kicking that wack nigga shit in my ear
My vision is clear
We see the same shit every year
People still shedding tears for names
Said in they prayers
We need change, the evidence here
But this is never what the president hear
They stick to they lies, and peddle they fear
And so I pimp the system
Watch it shed it's brassiere hunt em down
Put em up on the mantle like
The head of a deer you can feel it in your
Heart when your enemy near, yeah
The moment that you bought this
The route you're taking is alternate
The way I'm walking and talking
They call it ultimate, ultimate
Find your girl coordinates, all up in it
We intimate
She calling cause I get her wet, you balling
But you ignorant
I'm proficient in reading the body language
You illiterate
A little bit of class wouldn't hurt
You should consider it
I'm flashy with the lyrics
A nigga funny and serious
Spectacular vernacular
All the honeys is curious
Kweli, the one I'm running and I'm
Shining like the sun in it
Hitting like a ton of bricks
Since Hulk Hogan was Thunderlips
Never with the fronting shit
Draw me some blood with it
Beat you down with the belt buckle
Brass knuckles shit