Talib Kweli, KRS-One - The Perfect Beat lyrics

Hooooooooooooo'! (HEY DJ) WHAT? ("I know you're gonna dig this")
Yeah, yeah, yeh yeh! KRS, ohhhh'! Talib Kweli
Talib this is crazy, yo this is crazy
Hah what'chu doin?
Throw your hands up, c'mon

We got beats to the rhyme and
The rhyme is so fresh yo
So what'chu got? 9's and tecs
You're no threat it's the beat
How you get your cake don't matter
It takes heart the lyrics been
Replaced with the swagger
I stay sharp enough to slash
Your face like a dagger
The actors been replaced with the rappers
The rappers been replaced with the actors
See how they try to stay on the beat
The pig route when he's walking down
The street to the beat



WOOP'! Sound of da police
What is the life of a true hip-hopper
The beats
Peace love unity livin proper with the beats
In any endeavor whatever we will
Prosper with our beats some cats are real
Other are impostors with beats
We the realest, livest the rawest
Crack cocaine heroin survivors with beats
We avoided the cops, we focused on beefs
Spittin, all we saw was
Stacks of rhymes written, elite
Way too smart for the system of course
We know a smart, free
Black man just pisses 'em off!
What they like is when we glisten and gloss
Flashin millions but still takin a loss
Bump the beat! yeah, all in the street
Talib yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak

Yeah yeah word'! Watch me take it there
Life ain't a crystal stair
Hell yeah it's crystal clear when
Kweli and Kris is here
Searching for the perfect beat I
Went to East Dayt'
It's crazy and fugazi how they
Slaves to they release date
They try to look away
They're scared to look inside
Askin why like a guy who look
For God up in the sky (that's right)
Searchin high and low, behind the do'
Inside the drawer
Little did he know that the beat
Was tryin to find a flow
Stuck in limbo, how low can you go
A punched hole through your
Stomach lining like Tylenol
Build all kind of rolled
Metaphors and similies
That'll have you doubtin
My competitor's abilities
My whole body is a spiritual facility
Where I confess after a lyrical killing spree
The illest delivery
Later for the talk we need action
Silence is golden but the
Violence is platinum
When you rappin to the beat

Boom, bap, who's, that?
KRS-One bring the beat back
The perfect beat we seek that
Knowledge of mind we speak that
We don't speak weak crap over weak tracks
MOVE, THAT we speak boom bap live in the club
We can show and prove that

Yeah, it ain't old school or new
School it's true school rap
Beat you 'til you're blue
And black, true dat, it's

Better beat win again, work the street
Movin again, insert the heat
Lookin again for the perfect beat
Don't look in the book to learn to eat
Write up a hook, learn to speak
Never be shook, follow the heat
Forever they look weak tK you must speak!

Teachin 'em how to eat to live
They cheap and their pimp
Is pleadin the fifth
Bleedin as if they goin to war
Everytime they leavin the crib
Sneakers and whips
Police be peepin the strip
You see 'em walkin the beat
Hoes believin the pimps who eatin the shrimps
So John's walkin the street
Lookin for a sweet face, in each case
Tryin to get they heartbeat racin
And the dark meat be tastin so delicious
My description so good to the beat
It's lifted right from the sounds that you
Hear in the hood when you sleep

Bring the beat back!
All that whackness, we don't need that
You gotta bring the beat back!
All that whack garbage, we don't need that
Bring the beat back! All that
Weakness we don't need that
Selector bring the beat back
Bring the beat back! Selector, listen!

Yeah, DJ Rhettmatic talib Kweli, hip-hop