De La Kufi

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Brother Ali] Speak to the people over the horn Like Fela Kuti in my favorite kufi I took a vow to spray the uzi til the day they do me Do the right thing ain't a movie to me I'm pale Mooney if you ain't raisin the stakes, then what you sayin' to me I shoot the hard eight spit strychnine Hypocrites trying to Bogard whats mine to bolster y'all shine Y'all got lines in your costumes and cast rooms This is incense in the back room kickin' your next tattoo The big man ship has officially landed Steady layin' hands on this [bleep] planet Full-blown frantic always want it it the baddest That's just part and parcel of my starving artist status The hunger for greatness is utterly ageless Bubble up on your playlist dumping blood on the pavement You're playing with some bonafide born troubadours Bursting through the studio doors hunting for superstars Confiscating all pro-tools Smack em out they fanny pack for rapping over vocals We keep surviving, weaving and bobbin' Increasing involvement and feasting and fawning While elite people party, the inmates are free in the asylum How not to be a product of this weak ass environment Y'all gotta feel me though the mic game is regal The light beams will reach you, they can heal a broken people Regardless of the freeze we on the good shit still R-I shukka Sean P and Bushwick Bill [Interlude] We are the good man Yeah, son Trust me Am I a Blood, clot him? And he just listens to what may I say [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Check it! Time favors the spit kickers and rhymesayers Ev and Ali is my family, they stay in my prayers Movin' on up like Dave Chappelle and John Mayer Singapore eatin' a steam cake that's nine layers Promoters owe so all my notes be promissary Tom and Jerry rappers don't want none like monasteries I'm honorary every verse is a doctorate Collecting PhDs over degrees that doctors get Where we live ain't just a trap they had to seal us off The money, power, and respect is what they kill you for I'm still involved even if the tried to kill us all You a flash in the pan, you not hot, that's just a menopause Passport pimpin' on the plane soon as i get a call It's like, ever since I was born a nigga been on tour [Felocci] Rios band for that Dutch river fall Till writing iron made us tag graffiti on Brazilian walls My elevation is high, you're just peaking A mountain of rhymes, you need a Sherpa just to reach them Or read him, cause when you see him, you start bleedin' from your eyes Though I'm seeing from third, I never needed your reply Leave you wheezin' on the curb, just for speaking to me wrong We ain't friends just cause you rap, we don't have to get along That's gonna have to be okay, go ahead and make a diss record Rap your little heart out, feel better [Outro] That's a little rhyme, get that rhyme? I put that rhyme in, because quite often dropouts come in to catch the show Them dumb ass dropouts like those rhymes