Talib kweli - Radio silence
Overige artiesten: Amber coffman Myka 9

I know, we back
We home, let's go
I know, we back
We home, let's go

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Born this way, the universe wasn't formed in a day
Praise the Lord and pray, we the children of God
Better learn how to walk this way
Try to walk with faith, but it's hard
What more could I say?
Feelin' cursed, so I talk this way
Gotta write what I'm livin' in graffiti
It's the hood hieroglyphics
So I'm lookin' for a wall to spray
You could picture me rollin'
You could picture me holdin'
You could never picture me foldin'
Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man
Kiss my entire colon
Great mind, even though the legacy is stolen
It's all for the silver and gold
You can tell you in the ghetto from the litter in the road
Man this middle-of-the-road shit really getting old
Which one is the Real You?
I don't know it's still you
How can I tell if you under a spell
Did the Fake You kill you?
Do they pass the mic in the afterlife?
If so let me spit flows
Good enough to offer to God as a sacrifice
Born again like I passed away
Castigated for being honest
Caught bail like a Castaway
Because I feel like I'm swimmin' on an island
When I'm gettin' introspective, that's radio silence
When I'm fuckin' up program directives, that's radio violence

You're the one who wants to slow me down
I'm a criminal when you're around
What makes me think you would love me?
What makes you want to unplug me?

Born this way, woke up like this
The midpoint between science and religion
Is tryna find out what the meaning of life is
October 3rd, '75, my birth is a blessing
Ain't no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better
I live on the edge, I'll send you a postcard
Fuck a phone, I got a chip on my neck that's a close call
Turn the lights off, see how we glow in the dark
Are we growin' apart or tryna survive the flood like we in Noah's Ark
We battin' down the hatchets and we set sail
Tryna get far away from inhalin' them chemtrails
My intel says they makin' people out of the stem cells
The gun's our sunflower seed, we love to spit shells
When them super soakers get let off it don't end well
I ain't know you like to get wet, dog, like Denzel
They hype it up like marketers, sparklin' like a fish scale
Till' you chasin' a high like Captain Ahab after that big whale
It's criminal

You're the one who wants to slow me down
I'm a criminal when you're around
What makes me think you would love me?
What makes you want to attack me?

Born this way, Capricorn, L.A
On the day of January 15th
Dr. King, his dream torn from a warm womb
Formed from the clay
Existing shifting from the essence uplifting
In the presence just drifting, gifting
Through this mortal coil, with mystic lessons from the sage
California spoiled the blessing, blissed up
My first breath in outer space
I kissed death in it's face
No identity complex, it gets left in it's place
Proud to say, no aborted torment to my rejection
Miffed, dismayed and somewhat befuddled
I struggled to hustle and come up when the blood
Corpuscle boils, I'm pressin' issues
It's business that's mixed with pleasure
It's business to play and get paid
During this clone of her DNA
You should know more about the donors confessing my doula from prenatal
I'm off fire water, elixir of liquor with soft
Or hardcore drugs in my system
Sicker desire to be delivered wisdom
Poor black, white sexy texture of lovers like jungle fever
Wild zebras to make this fetus, brother, the son of my father
I want to hear my one Shawki, and my daughter
Aja lecture selections in musical meters
In physics you should explore or visit more exquisite shores in districts
Take a breather, believe in your epic
God, remember you are a descendant of natural leaders
Extended from both levels in Bethlehem and even need 'em
In new testaments, heaven's an image in books
Messages, read 'em
Scriptures, look at the various sizes of giants in Egyptian pictures
Stonehenge in Europe, the mathematics of Mayans and metholithic structures
Evidence frequencies evades us
We're just the latest in production
Who made it out of the pure star dust
That made in His image, but God is greatest

Writers: TALIB KWELI GREENE , MICHAEL TROY , Amber Dawn Coffman

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