Testo Inner Monologue - Talib Kweli
Testo della canzone Inner Monologue (Talib Kweli), tratta dall'album Gravitas
Remember, whatever discipline you're in
Whether you're a musician or a photographer
A fine artist or a cartoonist
A writer, a dancer, a singer, a designer
Whatever you do, you have one thing that's unique
You have the ability to make art
Sometimes life is hard, things go wrong
In life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health
And when things get tough, this is what you should do
Microphone check, one two, one two
Microphone check, one two, one two
We're gonna warm up, just a little bit
Just warm up a little bit
Microphone check, one two, one two
Microphone check, one two, one two
This 'bout to be the realest shit you ever heard
I lynch rappers, got 'em hangin' on my every word
These bitch rappers be claimin' they slingin' heavy work
Really snitch rappers, niggas singin' like every bird
Rich rappers, nah, I don't know them niggas
Niggas don't get rich rappin', they sellin' clothes and liquor
My flow is sicker 'cause I flow with vigor
I'm no beginner, peep the whole agenda
Control my center 'cause I gravitate with gravitas
This my end of monologue
Burnin' down your party 'cause our cocktails is Molotov
A crime mob make you stop, lock and drop, don't get wolly wopped
Actually battery in my back like a coppertop
Got it poppin', started on the B side of body rock
Direct the fan, I'm runnin' my shop like a mom and pop
Modern day slavery, today to be an artist, watch
They treat 'em like a product and trot 'em out like a Hottentot
These mollypop niggas not carin' if they body rock
Partying like Mardi Gras, get the cream like Häagen-Dazs
Golly gosh, this a utopia cornucopia
I'm known to start revolts against the Romans like Zenobia
Hopin' to keep copin' copious amounts of opiates
Try to start a union but they block me like a Soviet
I hope they get it, I'm sick of explainin' history
I'm rollin' with a circle of winners, we claim the victories
It ain't a mystery, the hate'll make it bittersweet
They hate when I engage and debate 'em like Wale's Twitter feed
Who I'm kiddin'? I'm the great debater
My crew stay winnin', we stay innovatin'
This circle is rotten as gray tomatoes
They get high witcha to start dry snitchin' like Jose Canseco
Prosecco, I'm sippin' vino with a vivid hue
Haberdasher, rockin' Borsalinos like Hasidic Jews
Pitiful, rappers never stand up to the ridicule
That's why I had to get at you, wear it if the fit the shoe
Nigga
Baby, just shine your light
Microphone check, one two, one two
Shine your light
Microphone check, one two, one two
Baby, just shine your light
If you gotta dim yours so they can shine brighter
Just stay bright, so shine your light
Baby, just shine your light
Microphone check, one two, one two
Shine your light
Microphone check, one two, one two
Baby, just shine your light
If you gotta dim yours so they can shine brighter
Just stay bright, so shine your light
Baby, just shine your light
The rules, the assumptions, the "now we're supposed to's"
Of how you get your work seen
And what you do then
They're breaking down
The gatekeepers are leaving their gates
You can be as creative as you need to be
To get your work seen
The old rules are crumbling
And nobody knows what the new rules are
So make up your own rules
Credits
Writer(s): Talib Kweli, - Tyson
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