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