Talib Kweli, J. Period - The Traveler lyrics
[Talib Kweli, J. Period - The Traveler lyrics]
Take your mind on a trip with the traveler
More spit than you fit days on the calendar
It's amazing how I blaze all the challengers
Raise up the bar, raise up the caliber
We get it high, we 'bout to keep some low
You looking at a Brooklyn
Cat that's finna blow
I'm considered so dangerous
The cops about to hop out with they
Glocks out while you banging this
You get arrested for molesting my ears
There's no respect for that in jail
You get molested for years
Where the record in your skin
Permanent like tatted tears
You got tats where I spit at your face
Face your fears
I'm the light facing the deer when
He run out on the highway
You stuck like you in the
Parked gear in the driveway
Fuck why these dudes up
In here looking sideways
Killed the game without rhyming or saying
I'd do it my way
I fuck with the mixtapes, record deals
Real estate tour dates
More and more flights for the family
Feel the hate, still feeling great
Making fantasies
Come true when I come through, it's insanity
Rappers is filled with hate like
The spit of a bigot
They thinking smaller than a
Midget on Jiminy Cricket
And then I hit them with
Some shit that's cleverly wicked
It's an unfortunate event
Like Lemony Snicket what up
Sonny? Go easy like the bees made honey
Why give you the cure when
The disease make money?
The fire that forever burn
When they say your fire that burn out
They say you're turning in
Every dollar ever earned
Some niggas never learn some niggas get it
Though i get in the beat like
Lee Gonit parking Indigo
My record finna go like twenty-four inch rims
Or two chicks on E - they spinning, nigga
They spinning! We winning, nigga
We winning this is straight up and down
This ain't bullshit they made up
Like the face of a clown
Got they knees buckling from the
Weight of the sound but they fiending
So they leaning when they playing it loud
More spit than you fit days on the calendar
It's amazing how I blaze all the challengers
Raise up the bar, raise up the caliber
We get it high, we 'bout to keep some low
You looking at a Brooklyn
Cat that's finna blow
I'm considered so dangerous
The cops about to hop out with they
Glocks out while you banging this
You get arrested for molesting my ears
There's no respect for that in jail
You get molested for years
Where the record in your skin
Permanent like tatted tears
You got tats where I spit at your face
Face your fears
I'm the light facing the deer when
He run out on the highway
You stuck like you in the
Parked gear in the driveway
Fuck why these dudes up
In here looking sideways
Killed the game without rhyming or saying
I'd do it my way
I fuck with the mixtapes, record deals
Real estate tour dates
More and more flights for the family
Feel the hate, still feeling great
Making fantasies
Come true when I come through, it's insanity
Rappers is filled with hate like
The spit of a bigot
They thinking smaller than a
Midget on Jiminy Cricket
And then I hit them with
Some shit that's cleverly wicked
It's an unfortunate event
Like Lemony Snicket what up
Sonny? Go easy like the bees made honey
Why give you the cure when
The disease make money?
The fire that forever burn
When they say your fire that burn out
They say you're turning in
Every dollar ever earned
Some niggas never learn some niggas get it
Though i get in the beat like
Lee Gonit parking Indigo
My record finna go like twenty-four inch rims
Or two chicks on E - they spinning, nigga
They spinning! We winning, nigga
We winning this is straight up and down
This ain't bullshit they made up
Like the face of a clown
Got they knees buckling from the
Weight of the sound but they fiending
So they leaning when they playing it loud