Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin
We know that what we reap we sow But we forget how low we can go You think it's bad here on Earth But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell It's all goin
Intro: Deliver us, deliver us (yeah) Deliver us, deliver us (what, yeah) And what the people say? We wanna live it up And what the people want? Please
*Deliver me oh my father* Come on Yea This the war right here *Deliver me oh my Father* What what? yea. Deliver me from temptation, the weaker
Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son? The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real Yo son, this block is dead Nigga need to go over here
Yes, welcome to the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli Ladies, I got you in the mood for an interlude Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
Yeah, expect the unexpected It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do When everybody turns their back on you It's kinda hard to keep faith
rain of theTech and the muthafuckin' peanuts Slice like a nip-tuck, specalizin' deep cuts This the music that you ridin' to Provided to you by Talib
rd eye of the storm It's the 3rd eye of the storm It's the place where knowledge is born Check it out, check it out, check it out Talib Kweli, that's
'm so amazing Don't front, girl, you know it's ya favorite New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come Talib Kweli
paper til it gets sky high I say goodbye, to all the bad things I've done I start a new beginning, at this is how it begun From, KRS-One to Talib Kweli
[Incomprehensible] Here we go like, yes yes, y'all, to the beat, y'all Ain't no sleep, y'all, to the break of dawn 5 o'clock in the morn, we keep rockin
my love, let my love and let my love Ladies and Gentleman, it's Talib Kweli Yeah, this Ear Drum y'all B-b-banging on your ear drum We got the incredible
Yeah, special dedication I'm sending this one out to you And you and you and you I said to you and you and you She cold blooded, I love how we meltin
KRS, Talib Kweli What ya doin'? Throw your hands up, c'mon BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like Grand Concourse, whassup? We got beats
', stop frontin', nigga Talk shit now, the year of Blacksmith Is not defined by any calendar Just thought I'd remind all you challengers Get the name right, BKMC, Talib Kweli
I just wanna say Let me taste the fruit of your space Oh what a, oh what a day I just wanna play Magical visions, what we lay, lay, lay I wanna, I wanna
