[Verse 1: Talib From the top, from the top, the top, from the top From the top, from the top, the top, from the top In a state of Where the talent is surrounded by the and the violence So the never safe At the same snitching to the Jake Is the quickest way to be found at the bottom of a But the we face seems so great That we can't so we accept our fate So the sex and the money and the murder and the pictures we If an artist is a part of a And got an to get that cake never come back to the hood, no immunity Usually a like that so fake No different a snake Nothing to give cause you always wanna take If you ain't using all the God provided you with Would a better minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a Look into the of a young girl up like a flag when it's unfurled Got game listening to her mother's And she love Beyonce she run the world Her used to run this city Way back before the nigga was Diddy When it came to the music she got real picky From New York, but preferred 2Pac over No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the And she felt that Pac was more Plus she never to college But she called herself 'Earth' found rhythm the gods more spiritual She God in the And it's only natural to for a little you so she played the umbilical chords So her daughter was it was a miracle Music is the when it's dark And the way you spit your dart is a big part She grew up hip hop Now all her got is "Love & Hip Hop" Nowadays niggas up for the sex Niggas turn up for the money, never up for the movement reality stars that be looking so stupid Getting in the at reunions She used to be inspired by the writers, now tired of the biters No desire for the lying and the That's inflicted on the body in a so-called party Her is politics Lost count of how whores she was called today She do it no more, lost all her faith They say she exaggerate when she 'Rape' But it's so much she can tolerate
[Hook: Dobson] Help me find my way to a state of Stir my heart, touch my Feed me sounds you made Help me find my way to a state of me up with your weight Pull me to the
[Verse 2: Talib She wanna to be the first in her family with a higher Her entire graduation was a dire Did a paper on the of the hip hop generation But no longer felt a part of the Used to be I'm a or die'' chick B.I.G. with the ''Me And My No objections, an object Major label seeing a She never been a bitch or a ho But she used to sing along when she heard it in a She used to be front row at the 'til she overdosed on the testosterone Her favorite rapper invited her backstage have stayed But she like she really ain't belong When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a She erased all her from the phone You are who you fuck with, so the guy that she with You can bump it or it, the artist she trusted Just her heart, so misogynistic and disgusting She not to judge him In her heart she loved him And the way he lusting a part of his suffering And this young man not ready for the harder discussion Female emcees acting more like a than a dude do, only if you knew I know a few who flow crazier if you flew over the nest of the cuckoo But she never gonna hear in the mix so the new attitude cues from the radio playing that doodoo She on D'Angelo Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who
[Verse 3: Talib In the face of She'd be lucky for a balance the world is challenging her to be great I see lyrics as colors and Put it on tape, let her know I relate When you wish you could switch the way that you And your nose was smaller and your hair was When you got no When you hate yourself, when you hate race Let's get to the Our sisters worth than grinding on the wall half-naked She a bitch, she a And you rich and you shit on the In all of records and ask 'em to buy it Why I support music that constantly disrespects me? And make you of the efforts of those who get left the charge of repping it correctly When free online or in a cloud Ain't no to touch the radio dial You wonder why you hear no sounds on the air And it's that your sales going down Down by law you found the raw On a board and you sounding off These niggas get the world, but what's the cause? No why these niggas be sounding lost is a memory The assembly line rap is designed by the enemy Stop giving them soul, gift wrap Prepackaged, shit rap Running through you like food; Big Mac's You want no problems, fix that All the time that you spent to that bullshit Now you ain't never get back
[Outro: Talib She don't it, no She don't love it no