Talib Kweli - Rocket Ships Lyrics
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]Moving at the speed of a solutionBleeding in the streets as we're breathing the pollutionThey're saying that we need a revolutionBut their passion is reduced to all-caps on a computerHey, every sixteen I make a sick sceneBlood splattered all on you shirt like a MiskeenY'all niggas trippin' like mescaline and mixed greensMy flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristineYou going green like Al Gore with 'emI make algorithms that got Malcolm in 'emGod's favorite, I'm sick as a doctor's patientWe live in a cold world, my job is to rock nationsMy occupation? Elation, a celebration of rebelsRaise the levels and the decibels flagrantIt's too amazing how we be blazing, sonOur flowers is the loudest, they crowd around usBut cower in the shadows of the towers, boy[Hook: Talib Kweli]Take a tour with it, bake the rawWhere the beats so savageThat it's knuckles gon' scrape the floorMake a call, all the rocket ships taking offJah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]Yo, I plaster the nation, causing evacuationMy manifestation got 'em patient from how I keeps it amazingSee, I'm the reason niggas need some trainingWhile I'm inflicting the pain and making it suitable for any occasionI'm very engaging soon as I'm awakenQuickly back you up and bag your *****She's reminding me of Sanaa LathanRely on the hating while I'm smiling and waitingThat's when I embrace 'emIf you try to front, you'll be highly mistakenThe mightiest making of a classic, alrighty, I'll face itMy psyche is ancient and I'm hiring, so try me, I'm patientSorry, I'm lying, face it, I'm back for the takingI'm urgently giving niggas the courtesy of smashing their face in(Damn, can you cut his mic off?)See how we got 'em buggin'Cause they can't believe what we have in the makingShit so historic, got me goin' for it while I bang the nationAnd do niggas greasier than a slab of bacon[Interlude]*****, you still cooking this pork in this house?Stop cooking that damn pork in this houseThe hell going on in here?[Hook][Verse 3: Talib Kweli]These rap niggas is *****es, nothing but suckers to meSacrifice myself for the music and let them suffer through meYour weak product is nothing to meI only feel effects when I ***** with LouisYep, I get buck in the studio like I'm Evil DeePulling strings like the Muppet movieShining my light like Mos calling his mother UmiWho's the hottest regardless of who's flaming?We ain't talkin' 'bout the best until you mention my nameWho're you kidding? The truest spittingI'll break you like a mirror so it's clearerThat we don't believe in superstitionThese new additions need supervisionThinking that they can spit it in the booth like meWhat are you stupid? ListenI've been official, it's been official, I'm too consistentI make a claim cause I'm too official for euphemismsStaying in the cut like a new incisionI'll put you on your ass like True ReligionSo give it up for the truest living[Hook]
