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INTERPRÉTATION
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Chant
Brooklyn Youth Chorus Academy
Brooklyn Youth Chorus Academy
Voix supplémentaires
Mela Machinko
Mela Machinko
Voix supplémentaires
Eric Krasno
Eric Krasno
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
D. Marouani
D. Marouani
Paroles/Composition
J. Smith
J. Smith
Paroles/Composition
P. Greedus
P. Greedus
Paroles/Composition
T. K. Greene
T. K. Greene
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Production déléguée
Corey Smyth
Corey Smyth
Production déléguée
Tom Whalley
Tom Whalley
Production déléguée
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Ingénierie de mixage
Superstar Dave Dar
Superstar Dave Dar
Production
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Production

Paroles

Deliver us, deliver Deli-i-i, deliver us (Deliver us) And what the people say? We wanna live it up (Deliver) And what the people want? Please deliver us (Deli-i-i, deliver us) And what the people need? Hey, I got that, yeah I call these rappers Baby Seals 'Cause they club you to death I could call em' Navy SEALs 'Cause they government feds What become of the vets? They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt There ain't no love and no respect It's like a gang, it's like a club or a set Hip hop's the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggas love to forget We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin' backwards Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin' disaster Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus They couldn't find the words to describe me So they resort to the shortcuts Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper? An entertainer or the author of the last chapter We living in these times of love and cholera Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit We still waitin' for the Congress to acknowledge this Deliver us (What the people want? Please deliver us) Deliver (We wanna live it up, please deliver us) Deli-i-i, deliver us (T-t-this is the, t-t-this is the, this is the hostile gospel) Deliver us (I'm reaching through the fire, please deliver us) Deliver (I'm preaching to the choir, please deliver us) Deli-i-i, deliver us (Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood) (Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow) You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your paper up You can't always just borrow and asks for favors, bruh Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's stuff Karma's a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin', bruh I start a conversation based on general observation Hip hop is not a nation, take it to population Niggas got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan Awaitin' trial, debatin' how the hell I got placed in this system? Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination? They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement You hear the congregation, this is the hostile gospel The truth is hard to swallow, it'll leave you scarred tomorrow 'Keep it honest', our motto, these niggas keep it bottled I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato DJ's stickin' to vinyl like fuck Serato Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models Ballin' like he struck the lotto, you know who the cleanest is A nigga keep it rich with the stitch and Greedy Geniuses I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker pimp Expose the game, treat it like a bitch Smack fire out these hoes, 'cause they snitch and tap Wires while I plead the fifth, can't trust a soul in the biz Be careful who you eatin' with and sleepin' with And also who you chiefin' with You never know, they might've added in secret ingredients Deliver us (What the people want? Please deliver us) Deliver (We wanna live it up, please deliver us) Deli-i-i, deliver us (T-t-this is the, t-t-this is the, this is the hostile gospel) Deliver us (I'm reaching through the fire, please deliver us) Deliver (I'm preaching to the choir, please deliver us) Deli-i-i, deliver us (Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood) (Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow) Freedom's a road that's seldom traveled, watch hell unravel Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water And not take the hand of every man who make an offer To black kids wishin' they white kids when they close they eyelids Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this" White kids wishin' they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers It's all backwards, it's identity crisis The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us Drug suppliers is the health care providers Cakin' makin' narcotics outta household products We ain't workin' out 'til we exorcise the demons that's inside us Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves Enough dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves It's officially nigga season, these niggas is bleedin' That's why I'm spittin' freedom, we had enough of trigger squeezin' Deliver us (People wanna live it up, please deliver us) Deliver (We wanna live it up, please deliver us) Deli-i-i, deliver us (T-t-this is the, t-t-this is the, this is the hostile gospel) Deliver us (I'm reaching through the fire, please deliver us) Deliver (I'm preaching to the choir, please deliver us) Deli-i-i, deliver us (Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood) (Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow) In these trying days and times All I need is to be free I can't do it on my own Lord, can You deliver me? There are trials still to come It's salvation that I need So I'm reaching to the sky Lord, can You deliver me? Deliver us, deliver Deli-i-i, deliver us Deliver us, deliver Deli-i-i, deliver us
Writer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Justin Smith, Paul Greedus, Larissa D. Conner, Roland Romanelli, Didier David Daniel Marouani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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