Testo Work It Out - Talib Kweli
Testo della canzone Work It Out (Talib Kweli), tratta dall'album The Beautiful Struggle (Edited Version)
What what what, one two what what what
One two what what what one two what what what
What y'all niggas wanna do
Work it out, work it out, work it out, one two
Work it out, work it out, work it out, one two
Work it out, work it out, work it out, one two
Work it out, one two, work it out, yo
The temperature got tempers flarin', people sweat, the weather hot
They arguin' they fed a lot to set up the plot to wet up the block
Whether or not the blood is red up in the gutter
Music is my bread and butter
I got a show in Brooklyn cuz the ghetto love us
Pulled up in my two deuce truck, I'm suited up, I'm cool as fuck
Security trippin' on my baseball hat, promotin' newest up
Plus Chaps had on some denim shorts, a white t-shirt
And I told the bouncer they bein' disrespectful
Cuz like you we workin', I ain't a custy or a patron
And trust me no one is payin' to come in
This crusty ass club if I ain't playin'
He's like I'll put you the fuck out
And when you put your words like that
It's like the third strike black, you struck out
This man tried to rush me from behind, Chaps stuck at his size
Now I seen him trip face first into the line
Cats is cowards with no spine and they power trippin' too
The next level is the violence so what y'all niggas wanna do?
Work it out, brothers try to work it out
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out
Read the book, pray to God, look inside to work it out
We should try to work it out, yo
What y'all ladies wanna do? Work it out
Take a fly, she work it out
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out
Read the book, pray to God, look inside to work it out
Show the love, lose the hate, work it out, work it out
People, places, situations, they can't take 'em what they facin'
It's the trials and tribulations to
Make 'em say the Lord's forsaken them
They love once intervenin' but they always end up blamin' 'em
For problems they don't realize what they part is in creatin' 'em
Like men who so insecure they think they woman cheatin' on 'em
Or women who think the proof that they
Man love 'em is they beatin' on 'em
Cats keep sleepin' on 'em, soon they partner creepin' on 'em
Committin' crimes of passion, they in caskets, mothers weepin' on 'em
With their head in their hands
There's only one thing that the dead understand
That it's better to be alive
Now what you gonna do, stick your head in the sand?
You're probably the type to fall for
Anything and take that instead of a stand
Now that's a mouse instead of a man
I cherish the role at the head of my fam
And on the road I meet incredible fans
I rock with singers and a DJ instead of a band
We in a theater near you so what y'all niggas wanna do?
Work it out, brothers try to work it out
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out
Read the book, pray to God, look inside to work it out
We should try to work it out, yo
What y'all ladies wanna do? Work it out
Take a fly, she work it out
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out
Read the book, pray to God, look inside to work it out
Show the love, lose the hate, work it out, work it out
State several lies when they try to kill
My high, try to think through problems
Bring honesty to rap like Cam'ron brought the pink to Harlem
You could be on the brink of stardom and suddenly you sink to bottom
Tell the truth about the war and suddenly you link to Sodom
Hate the topic but the closest people get to patriotic
Is Red Bull, white vodka mixed with the straight hypnotic
Paper prophets sell the revolution so they make a profit
Trust, they got us fucked up with your taxes, started makin' rockets
Take it off the top like politicians speakin' proper diction
Stuffin' dollars in they britches like they do when lotus drippin'
Got the top position, bitchin' about the quality of life
All that bullshit get exposed as soon as Kweli see the mic
They cuttin' down the tree of life, the sun rays is runnin' out
The babies ain't eatin' right, the guns stay comin' out
See how they play the streets at night
They'll slap the taste out your mouth
To show you what they work about, what y'all niggas wanna do?
Work it out, brothers try to work it out
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out
Read the book, pray to God, look inside to work it out
We should try to work it out, yo
What y'all ladies wanna do? Work it out
Take a fly, she work it out
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out
Read the book, pray to God, look inside to work it out
Show the love, lose the hate, work it out, work it out
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Cottrell, Jonathan Rotem, Talib Kweli
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