Talib Kweli - You Tried It lyrics
[Talib Kweli - You Tried It lyrics]
Who steals from fans from Kickstarter
My nigga? (Whoa)
Who made a diss record about
Me? Who does that? (whoa)
Nah, I don’t know who that is, son
(who does that?) they say I rap too fast
I got to slow it down so
These fucking troglodytes can understand me
Let me tell a little story
About a fuckboy named Diabolic
Big baby, talks a lot of shit
I call him Diaperbolic
Trolling me on Twitter
This bitch is trying to
Get his life acknowledged
Making all them threats will get
You wet, don’t be hyper, bolic
Yeah, some of these white rappers
Be out of pocket
Black rappers talk oppression and here they
Come trying to stop it
Promise, I’m on another level
I’m way above their garbage
I’m about to show these fucking devils
Who the true god is
Now here come Diaperbolic on
His usual ho shit (you see him)
I tried to Google one of this loser’s songs
But he got no hit's (wow)
Focus, then address me properly as the legend
When you get accustomed to privilege
Equality feels like oppression, don’t it?
Too many people focus on the little shit
Illiterate, ‘till Kweli bring the
Light like a so elegant
Intelligence will make you feel irrelevant
Especially when I just begun
The story just developing
(This for Brooklyn)
Yeah you tried it, but you failed though
You tried to hide it
But we can see that you’re frail though
You tried to fight it, but you’re real slow
So when you get the lightning
That shit hit you like a real blow
You’re dishonest with a stale ass delivery
You should spit harder
Give the fans their money back
You’re a homeless rapper with a Kickstarter
(fucking thief) i crowdfund for the people
You crowdfund for your ego
Your bullshit excuses about back
Orders is feeble, ho
What you’re nervous
Man? You brought up me and
Don Lemon in Ferguson
I was in the streets with
The people, no media, no advertisements
The news cameras you say you’re Hip-Hop
But, you never speak about the
Blacks the cops is murdering (crickets)
But let a black rapper try to
Speak on his people’s struggle here you go
All up in your fragile fucking
Feelings with your weak rebuttals (coward)
I know you’re mad that I topped
So many white people’s favorite lists
I go to one of your shows
But they don’t fucking exist
Disrespect, you’re getting checked, ho
You start it, i’ma end it though
You ain’t got the heart
My intuition like a stethoscope
Be accountable for your words
Make sure that shit you talk is credible
And if justice ain’t served
Then never ask me to let it go
Nobody was talking to you, why
You ‘reso fucking fragile, huh?
Gaggle cock, you’re just a
Fucking muppet, bitch, you’re Fragile Rock
You say you’re showing up to fight
But Brooklyn is kind of far
From the dash dreams of a fake RA
Rhyming in the basement of Long Island bars
Bitch, you mad you’re white? You’re about
To be black and blue stalking me on Twitter
Why so fragile? No one’s attacking you
Aw, who hurt you? Point me to the place
Of the doll where they touched you?
This is a safe space
Stay in your fucking place
You can’t silence me
My blackness is my property my life matters
My fist in the air’s exactly
Where it’s got to be
Oppression is vulgarity
But it is the violence that
They’re shocked to see
Would you call my tactics terrorist if
My name was fucking Cadmus?
Such hypocrisy, this a movie
Is it horror or is it comedy?
I’m of this rap shit
Don’t get shot like James
My discography is sort of like
Jesus with the carpentry
Don’t ever question how I move the booth
To stay on top of me (Bitch)
Too many people focus on the little shit
Illiterate, ‘till Kweli bring the
Light like a
(Wait, I got some bars for Remedy too
In case he wants to bring
His bitch ass back up)
My superior ability causes inferior fragility
You had a buzz once
But you’re soft as the fuzz on a killer bee
I really don’t know about this
Beef with Remedy and Cilvaringz
But Remedy gon’ meet a field nigga
Living in the field of dreams
For real, nigga, you’re a philistine
Lyrically I’m a guillotine
RZA called him a thief
He’s a good actor so he might steal the scene
I’m still a king
Your respect in the game don’t amount
To a fucking hill of beans
You’re still a fiend, crack is wack
I ain’t know that was still a thing
I’m done man
Man fuck these white supremas rappers
My nigga man
Ayo, Poison Pen, Immortal Technique
Come get your boy
He’s embarrassing your fucking crew, man
Wu Tang, come get this Remedy nigga, man
I’m out talib Kweli
Peace
My nigga? (Whoa)
Who made a diss record about
Me? Who does that? (whoa)
Nah, I don’t know who that is, son
(who does that?) they say I rap too fast
I got to slow it down so
These fucking troglodytes can understand me
Let me tell a little story
About a fuckboy named Diabolic
Big baby, talks a lot of shit
I call him Diaperbolic
Trolling me on Twitter
This bitch is trying to
Get his life acknowledged
Making all them threats will get
You wet, don’t be hyper, bolic
Yeah, some of these white rappers
Be out of pocket
Black rappers talk oppression and here they
Come trying to stop it
Promise, I’m on another level
I’m way above their garbage
I’m about to show these fucking devils
Who the true god is
Now here come Diaperbolic on
His usual ho shit (you see him)
I tried to Google one of this loser’s songs
But he got no hit's (wow)
Focus, then address me properly as the legend
When you get accustomed to privilege
Equality feels like oppression, don’t it?
Too many people focus on the little shit
Illiterate, ‘till Kweli bring the
Light like a so elegant
Intelligence will make you feel irrelevant
Especially when I just begun
The story just developing
(This for Brooklyn)
Yeah you tried it, but you failed though
You tried to hide it
But we can see that you’re frail though
You tried to fight it, but you’re real slow
So when you get the lightning
That shit hit you like a real blow
You’re dishonest with a stale ass delivery
You should spit harder
Give the fans their money back
You’re a homeless rapper with a Kickstarter
(fucking thief) i crowdfund for the people
You crowdfund for your ego
Your bullshit excuses about back
Orders is feeble, ho
What you’re nervous
Man? You brought up me and
Don Lemon in Ferguson
I was in the streets with
The people, no media, no advertisements
The news cameras you say you’re Hip-Hop
But, you never speak about the
Blacks the cops is murdering (crickets)
But let a black rapper try to
Speak on his people’s struggle here you go
All up in your fragile fucking
Feelings with your weak rebuttals (coward)
I know you’re mad that I topped
So many white people’s favorite lists
I go to one of your shows
But they don’t fucking exist
Disrespect, you’re getting checked, ho
You start it, i’ma end it though
You ain’t got the heart
My intuition like a stethoscope
Be accountable for your words
Make sure that shit you talk is credible
And if justice ain’t served
Then never ask me to let it go
Nobody was talking to you, why
You ‘reso fucking fragile, huh?
Gaggle cock, you’re just a
Fucking muppet, bitch, you’re Fragile Rock
You say you’re showing up to fight
But Brooklyn is kind of far
From the dash dreams of a fake RA
Rhyming in the basement of Long Island bars
Bitch, you mad you’re white? You’re about
To be black and blue stalking me on Twitter
Why so fragile? No one’s attacking you
Aw, who hurt you? Point me to the place
Of the doll where they touched you?
This is a safe space
Stay in your fucking place
You can’t silence me
My blackness is my property my life matters
My fist in the air’s exactly
Where it’s got to be
Oppression is vulgarity
But it is the violence that
They’re shocked to see
Would you call my tactics terrorist if
My name was fucking Cadmus?
Such hypocrisy, this a movie
Is it horror or is it comedy?
I’m of this rap shit
Don’t get shot like James
My discography is sort of like
Jesus with the carpentry
Don’t ever question how I move the booth
To stay on top of me (Bitch)
Too many people focus on the little shit
Illiterate, ‘till Kweli bring the
Light like a
(Wait, I got some bars for Remedy too
In case he wants to bring
His bitch ass back up)
My superior ability causes inferior fragility
You had a buzz once
But you’re soft as the fuzz on a killer bee
I really don’t know about this
Beef with Remedy and Cilvaringz
But Remedy gon’ meet a field nigga
Living in the field of dreams
For real, nigga, you’re a philistine
Lyrically I’m a guillotine
RZA called him a thief
He’s a good actor so he might steal the scene
I’m still a king
Your respect in the game don’t amount
To a fucking hill of beans
You’re still a fiend, crack is wack
I ain’t know that was still a thing
I’m done man
Man fuck these white supremas rappers
My nigga man
Ayo, Poison Pen, Immortal Technique
Come get your boy
He’s embarrassing your fucking crew, man
Wu Tang, come get this Remedy nigga, man
I’m out talib Kweli
Peace