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Testify

Talib Kweli

Time Is Money

2006

{"Testify!"} 

[Styles P:] 
Time I testify, listen 
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? 
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real 
And why nobody flip when

the liquor
And stretch them fingers for
The ghetto lick hitter
Throw Ya Hood Up
And rep yo turf, your set
And salute when you see this connect
Vet and a blue

That's why I seem distant, son
Expand your vision
Even adored by Norwegian woman
Blonde hair and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back with a vengeance
Whip it like

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Bang Loose

WC

Ghetto Heisman

2002

had tights on like you had nylons on
Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
Smell me

(It's

I'm Mason, nails and things all white, Caucasian (Caucasian)
Low-key ting or a bae ting
Bakin' by the poolside with a Haitian (with a Haitian)
Tell

love you
Let's fly away
Let's fly away
Let's fly away
Let's fly away
Me and you, we were born inside the ghetto together
And you can't spell together

Every season we been Seasoned
By these win and losses
Tefflon and crosses
Far be it from me
To see all through
You I know that's intrusive
But every talk

Sky full of blues
Eyes shed to news
I could obtain the pain
Knowledge to prove
Tiied' of these foos
Thousand by moves
London Typhoon
No goons
Hoes in

Range and shouted things so profane
uhh huh sound like Left Eye
so we go to Pit's Lane way over by the main
to get the rest of our girls
with them ghetto

with how the racks feel
And we got the po’ up by the pint no cracked seal
All black strap like crack
Nigga crack kill
Gimme head til her head hurt name

Pass me the rope and you will find me hanging like David Carradine
When I'm blue I smoke some green
When I'm thirsty I drink some lean
Fucked myself

Case Blue motherfucker

Never needed a ghetto to let 'em know we've seen shit
Johnny Sins always let me know how to treat a bitch
I'm a whore
No form

What up Mike
Bitch
Five seven twenty eight bullets
The blue ones
I'm tryna' cash a twenty three Tesla
The new one
Chased him down and stood over his

like what I doing lately
By any means ima make it happen for these blue strips baby
Bitch I'm impatient for the bag I need them blue franklins
Loose lips

slick shoes are hurting me
Everywhere on my feet
You can come in and order a bunch of things
You want this and that
You really pulling me by a string

the street blood in the field
Blood on hands of the cop with the blue steel
We living in the ghetto with wounds that never heal 
That's why we stay conscious

Peace
Until then I'm packin' my Smith & Wesson
It's the young rebel
Born, raised to live in the ghetto
On some other shit aPG out on another level

blastin Radio Raheem
Do the Right thing play your sound
Hard Rock to shake the ground

1984 album by Van Halen exciting
Killing Metallica Ride the Lightning

Get Up

The Coup

Party Music

2001

better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This

Eat to Live

Talib Kweli

Eardrum [Clean]

2007

Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer
Prayin' for all of those who ain't got it
We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, yeah
Yeah, the people starvin' for

blue seats, yeah, this a 101
Bought a brand new Audemars Piguet, yeah this a one-of-one
75 the speed limit, in the 'Vette I'm doing 101
They pulled

chocolate

Cici's my name (uh)
Love is my game (yup)
Blue and green's my color
I stay reppin' my team (ooh-ooh)
My girls in every shade
Mhm, we put

Tick Tock

Mobb Deep

Insomnia Mixtape

2003

screamin', I'm dyin'
I be in Queens where the famous hood rats and ghetto stars are
Pimps do the shuffle at night with slutty bars pah

Tick tock, this is for