Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

[Talib
We your rhyme sayers we you like a beacon
of light out of the chaos cuttin down
players who we're the winners of the game
in we'l prepared climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the livin under
ground heard the sound of the clap made you
If it was a gun the crowd or thunder
All of that was out my window I was younger
Now I'm older, lyrical clap MC's
If you don't by now, let me aquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't
They just babies, I em out they incubators
them to respirators, they breathin hard like Darth Vader
Hard as candy and like Now or Laters
After a your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR

Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or sages
Release what I hold save it my book of rhyme pages
Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from sea
The off and on like the motion of Tai Chi
Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect,
Science to a to help and get my people free, but
support, got my thesis on freeze
My only doin bootlegs for the Japanese
Get about eight G's, a buzz overseas
Sacrifice a to mainstream and do what I believe, cause
down to the I'm a purist to this artform
Enlighten who I and let the world catch on

[Talib Kweli +
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a
of light, out of the chaos, down overzealous
players who stare, we're the of the game
Walk in prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people under-
-ground heard the of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or thunder
All of was out my window when I was younger

Oppose for the nine, how no sections of the earth
vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verse
My cells begin to peak at least a thousand hertz
Meanin my prevalent in Fat Beats and Footworks
I cater to these markets first, they gravitate to me
And the vision of what I do musically

Kweli]
Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!!
I walked in and they stared, see how screwin me
you down, til you ain't the man you used to be
Domination of my jurisdiction, addiction to lies
It blurs the between the fact and fiction
Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, yappin
You start to hate the man in the mirror Michael Jackson

Majors they try to hold me captive but mine are figure
But the foundation of hold my braincells for ransom
I chance none, fuck them spots on and number one
If meant, then I'll accept it gracious when the time comes
grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted ankles
Experience is missable, so I approach it all angles and
inject some deep inside of rap's core
Take an MC and back to where it was

Kweli]
Call us Liberty like the Bell of Philadelphia
Me and Bahama-D, style like Mumia need to be
me, feelin me, we right here on the level
Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, the devil
Lyrical like John Carlos winnin gold medal
Take that out yyour voice you talk to me in treble
I'm as Steady B so you know I ain't playin
I'm stimulatin, crowds MOVE like organizations in Philly
it positive, my prerogative is exercise
See through the chaos with my eye
Word I exhibit the exquitiness, a child I was vivid
Throw hands in the air if you with it, dig it

[Talib + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your sayers, who lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, down overzealous
who stare, we're the winners of the game
Walk in well prepared, the stairways
to heaven while you of the people livin under-
heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some
All of that was out my when I was younger

Kweli]
Seven-eighteen, to
We meet at
Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes

Yo the fuck up y'all
It's Mr. X to the Z
Broadcastin with the home
That's right, they straight out of my
The Beat Junkies, on Records understand me?
It's 2!