Lets try new It's been a long coming! Let me try brand new Hey yo Ski! What you do, man? on! Yo, we doing it for?
[Talib - Verse 1] is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters Whores and the Spiritual practicing all the laws of attraction The who read the passages From the of a G? That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing the of the boosters the shooting, the thugging and all the booning and spooning and all the crooning, and and auto-tuning, alive You be tellin, peddlin' to I'm helping them to see through it get with new movement, Let's it!
Feel the rain Still I'm standing here Even the summer days
[Talib - Verse 1] I'm a product of Reaganomics From the blocks where he rocking a like J Electronica drop and this a lock if he promises the heart is whether or Mohammad of where the Mosque is (word) They for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy Tell me when do we it? Do ask you your religion before you rent an apartment? Is the answer burning So that we can Islamics? The end upon us with a hash tag, a trending You take away the freedoms that we in the game Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask to die in vein In a desert for rain The music's like a drug, and they tend to take it to It ain't for the The soundtrack for when you're great but its for when you've felt afraid than your average rapper So you of felt the way The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why lovin' you This is the book Eli that start with a K-W.
[Talib Kweli - 2] I do it for the trappers, other the Backpackers, the the n-ggas, the the of ghetto factories I do it for the families, of humanity Emcee's, endangered like manatees I do it for the of my children! They the for the hopeless Karma approaches, we be food for a flock of vultures The end of the Ain't left but the cockroaches and the freedom We're freedom writers like Bob the chosen, freedom writers ? For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state, My obligation is to my is so clear! yeah, we gotta save them, opportunity so rare! We do it so big over here that no bare To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the We let them live with all they're weak and lame The bozo's and joker's, promoting when they're my name