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