Talib Kweli, 9th Wonder, NIKO IS - Lo-Fi lyrics

Lo-Fi, I be pimping poems like I’m Blowfly
The darkness only broken up by the
Flashing lights that go by so fly
Since the days of Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka
Rolling with stoners who be chiefing the
Keef like they love Sosa
Selena Gomez, pull up to any club on a moped
With some dirty ass broke heads look a little
The bouncer be like "go ‘head"
Promoters will walk me right to a table
And be like "this is your spread"
Surrounded by the dope and the coke heads
Burning candles at both ends
I’m low-key like Thor’s brother
But don’t sleep, there’s more of us
The people’s champion
Recording on the tour bus
As we’re drawing skelly boards
On the pavement
To making pause tapes in the basement
Heeding the call for elevations
To tour the nation
Crossing waters, getting searched
At the borders, they out of order
Never finding what they looking for
Smoking like a bullet hole
I’m who the speech writers be coming
To when they look for quotes
A silent hush settled on the crowd as
I took the floor for Brooklyn though
Not everything is copasetic
But the dope that they peddle never
Settle for the open credit
The guns fire when shit get
Drier than the Gobi Dessert
The bishops get together
This the type of behaviour that
Get the Pope beheaded the conspire
They level of treason is unrivalled
Going back a while
The story ancient as a sundial the two thou
Seen ‘em pull out in front of the some wild
Made em strip like D’Angelo video untitled
Yea, rap tighter than your bible belt
Ring shit, king shit, lions mane, tigers pelt
The flow you beholding more golden
Than what Midas felt
(I ain’t know you like to get wet)
Get you higher than Michael Phelps
In a world we murder over perceived slights
And the only time you hoping God
Bless you is when you sneeze, right?
All the real music fans be like
Indie 500 has got what you need, right

Hoppin on my grizzly man I built
This with my bare hands
And I made a living off
Of making circles square dance
Pardon my je-ne-sais-quoi
Now we flying Air France wifi on the plane
I tweet " eh Joey prayer hands "
California weather in the 80’s
Like hair bands
The smell of the rare plants go "Wooo!"
Rick Flair chants
More passionate than six bear fans
I swear mans, I swear I never share plans
These muthafuckas be quick to bite ideas
Everybody know that this the shit right here
My pen skills with the pencils got
Me big fans like windmills
Superman flow, I could bend steel
In a game where everybody pretends to
Be real and trends kill
The flow like electrified fence feels
Ok, been there with the afro
On the board I pass go
Y'all be stopped on the spare
Signs like crash though
And Mushrooms and BIG freaking
Kept the jam groovin'
Time flies when you can't see the
Hour on the hand moving
Party doesn’t start til I Christopher Walken
(yo Be water)
Ok, Zorro with the sword and cape out
No tripping on the money cause
There’s more to make out i transcend time
Broken watches never coordinate
Ignore the hate, peep the
Noise that Florida? makes, brazilian
I’m just coordinating my energy accordingly
I’m putting myself in a place most
Rappers can’t afford to be
Snort the fleur-de-lis
Drink the shots on that Florida beach
With a Georgia peach, I don't
Order one drink pimpin, i order 3
And I’m pour one out for all the homies
That had to leave for war and peace
So I say shit metaphorically and never
Let it get more of me
Jamla is the squad and Khrysis
Got the jam groovin
Time flies when you can't see the
Hour on the hand moving