[Talib So many emcees focusin on people extermination We keep it balanced that knowledge of self, determination It's hot, we be blowin the spots, with C'mon let's it out like Soul Sensation
We in the house like in Japan, or Koreans in Korea Head to Philly and free Mumia the Kujichagulia TRUE is swingin and writin is fightin, but what they writin got us clashin titans it's not excitin No question, a black man is demandin The fire's in my eyes and the flames need (3X)
With that (Knowledge Of Self) Determination 4X*
Things I say and do, may not quite through My words may not convey what I'm feelin
Kweli] Yes yes on, yes yes Knowledge Of Self is like life after With you never worry about your last breath Death comes, that's how I'm livin, it's the next The flesh goes underground, the of life, flip the page Yo they askin me how old, we livin the age I the rage of a million niggaz locked inside a cage At exactly point do you start to realize That life without knowledge is, in disguise? That's why, Of Self is like life after death Apply it, to your life, let destiny Different day, confusion, we're gonna take this hip-hop shit and it movin, shed a little light Now y'all bloomin like a flower with the of the evident Voices and drums instruments In the flesh presently my representation
With that what? (Knowledge Of Self) 6X* - - - - two parts overlap - - - - Things I say and do, may not come quite My words may not convey just I'm feelin 2X*
[Talib The important time in history is, NOW, the present So count your blessings cause time can't the essence But you over time and you follow the Roman calendar These people enter like Gattaca, you can bet they tryin to lock you down like Attica, the diaspora represents strength in numbers, a giant can't slumber I know you gotta get cheddar whatever Aiyyo I heard you twice the time money, get it together You must be History, you repeatin out of the pages You yourself depleatin your spiritual wealth That quick cash'll get your ass quick fast in houses of Inner-city concentration where no one pays attention or the ascension of death, til nothing's left The young, gifted and are sprung addicted to crack All my people where y'all at cause, y'all ain't And your hero's using mind as a canvas to paint fear With, broad brush and tales of incarceration You get out of jail with that Knowledge of Self Stand in ovation, cause you put the Hue in and effect, 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 even Infinite like figure eight no escape..
From what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination 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 just what I'm feelin 2X*
What I'm feelin, I'm feelin, ooooh, what I'm feelin...