[Talib So many emcees focusin on people extermination We keep it balanced that knowledge of self, determination hot, we be blowin the spots, with conversations C'mon let's smooth it out like Soul
We in the house Japanese in Japan, or Koreans in Korea Head to Philly and free Mumia the Kujichagulia TRUE Singin is swingin and writin is fightin, but they writin got us clashin like titans it's not No question, a black man is demandin The in my eyes and the flames need fannin (3X)
With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) 4X*
Things I say and do, may not quite through My words may not just what I'm feelin
Kweli] Yes yes on, yes yes Knowledge Of is like life after death With that you never worry your last breath Death comes, that's how I'm livin, it's the days The flesh underground, the book of life, flip the page Yo they me how old, we livin the same age I feel the of a million niggaz locked inside a cage At exactly point do you start to realize That life without is, death in disguise? That's why, Of Self is like life after death Apply it, to your life, let manifest Different day, confusion, we're gonna take this hip-hop shit and keep it movin, shed a light Now y'all bloomin like a with the power of the evident Voices and original instruments In the presently presentin my representation
With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) 6X* - - - - two parts overlap - - - - Things I say and do, may not come through My words may not convey just I'm feelin 2X*
[Talib The most important time in is, NOW, the present So count your blessings cause can't define the essence But you stressin over time and you the Roman calendar These enter Cona like Gattaca, you can bet they tryin to lock you down Attica, the African diaspora strength in numbers, a giant can't slumber forever I you gotta get that cheddar whatever I heard you twice the first time money, get it together You must be History, you repeatin yourself out of the You keepin yourself depleatin your spiritual That quick cash'll get your ass quick in houses of detention Inner-city concentration where no one pays attention or mentions the of death, til nothing's left The young, gifted and are sprung addicted to crack All my where y'all at cause, y'all ain't here And your hero's using your as a canvas to paint fear With, broad brush strokes and of incarceration You get out of jail with Knowledge of Self determination in ovation, cause you put the Hue in Human Cause and effect, everything you do and that's why I got love in the face of Hands so the lines in the mental illustration is straight The thought you had don't contemplate Infinite like eight there's no escape..
From that what? (Knowledge Of Self) 4X*
Things I say and do, may not come quite My words may not convey just what I'm 2X*
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Things I say and do, may not come quite My words may not convey just what I'm 2X*
What I'm feelin, what I'm feelin, ooooh, I'm feelin...