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Talib Kweli( Talib Kweli Greene )
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Inner Monologue
[Intro]
Remember, whatever discipline you're in, whether you're a musician or a photographer, a fine artist or a cartoonist, a writer, a dancer, a singer, a designer — whatever you do, you have one thing that's unique：You have the ability to make art. Sometimes life is hard. Things go wrong — in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art
[Verse]
This about to be the realest shit you ever heard
I lynch rappers, got them hanging on my every word
These bitch rappers be claiming they slinging heavy word
Really snitch rappers, niggas singing like every bird
Rich rappers, nah, I don't know them niggas
Niggas don't get rich rapping, they selling clothes or liquor
My flow is sicker cause I flow with vigor
I'm no beginner, peep the whole agenda
Control my center cause I gravitate with Gravitas
This my inner monologue
Burning down your party cause I cocktails and molotovs
Crying mom, make you stop, lock and drop, don't get wally wa
Actually battery in my back like a capita
Got it popping, started on the B-side of Body Rock
Direct affair, I'm running my shop like my mom and pop
Modern day slavery, today they be on artist watch
They treat them like a product you try to mount like a [?]
Molly pop, niggas not caring if they body rot
Partying like Mardi Gras, get the cream like Häagen-Dazs
Golly gosh, this is Utopia, cornucopia
I'm known to start revolts against the Romans like Zenobia
Hoping to keep coping copious amounts of opiates
Tried to start a union, but they bloc-ed me like a Soviet
I hope to get them sick of explaining history
I'm rolling with a circle of winners, we claim the victories
It ain't a mystery, the hate'll make it bittersweet
They hate when I engage to debate, like Wale's Twitter feed
Who I'm kidding? I'm the great debater
My crew stay winning, we stay innovating
Your circle is rotten as great tomatoes
Digging high with you, starting to dry snitching like [?]
[?]I'm sipping vino where the vivid hue
Haberdasher rocking [?]like Hasidic Jews
Pitiful, rappers never stand up to the ridicule
That's why I had to get at you
[?]the fifth issue, nigga
(Baby, just shine your light)
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