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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
B. Cockerham
B. Cockerham
Bass
Nigel Hall
Nigel Hall
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Songwriter
T. K. Greene
T. K. Greene
Composer
S. Franklin
S. Franklin
Composer
L. Griffin Jr
L. Griffin Jr
Composer
A.Brown
A.Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S1
S1
Producer

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High rises, day breaks Clouds hide the sun's rays Quick sand and mistakes Smash walls to get through I fight the good fight Even on the bad days It's darkest before light I'm gonna push through Turbo charged bars Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game stars in these rap wars Ain't nothing band-aids won't cover Touring with 7D coverage Live bands, two buses, my own cash No budget, no major label fundings, Jets baby We went from crawling to walking to running You can't see nothing, you under gag order Hopping out of Audi's hurting y'all with kicks, I'm the Transporter Think about it, never mind, you ain't gotta I'm already on some whole other, word to yo mu'fuckin' self Nobody else gon' do it for ya, nobody else Every now and then someone'll offer ya help, but they ain't doing nothing 'Til they really see you tryna do something, I ain't bluffing Kush puffing on you jive turkeys Stuffing stockings with these gifts Audible applaudables homie take a wiff When you a man, action is what's expected, nothing is spoken on Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond My flow is tom-foolery I smoke these poor rappers so fast they call me [?] I beautifully exude the vibe that's free of ambiguity Ya goonery for the sake of goonery is cartoons to me It's coonery, it's lunacy, let's make a plan Only way that you hang is attached to a tree The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently She make it rain When I'm on fire, she always try to douse me Only reason that you make it rain is 'cause your diamonds cloudy I see you from a mile away when it get overcast Old people feel it in they bones, invade your home like a broken glass And let myself in, fighting for freedom like the people in Tunisia Spread through Sudan and Egypt, this the music for the movement The score to your achievements, never join 'em so you gotta beat 'em It's carpe diem hey (hey) yeah Like kindergarteners My vision's bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street corners Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya The starving'll speed on ya, stampede on ya Impede on your pockets then pee on ya Dreams of us living lavish in fabrics of fine linens Spending, established, with women dining and laughing But this environment got us violent, ready to crash in To society, take this driver seat, hope you fastened Your seatbelts twice, when I rolled them dice, I crapped So many times I can build casinos from scratch Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax That's what my mental say, but my physical's been detached, I'm on some other shit Like fuck the government, I'm higher rankings, where's the mothership? I made a covenant that I was changing but my luck is bent Quite disgusting when reality tainted, where the fuck you been? Left him face down like he was planking In a cold world where old girl and her homeboy got a motive You can bench curl your tribulations, that sensation's insulting Got a wifey or a mistress, nigga which one you indulging? Regardless of who you pick know life's a bitch when you ain't focused nigga I'm focused
Writer(s): Todd Rundgren, Shante Franklin, Kendrick Lamar, Larry Darnell Griffin Jr., Talib Greene, Glen Lane Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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