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Human Mic
by Talib Kweli
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I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit
Who graduated from stabbing and grabbing a biscuit
It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
When it’s no power go sour
I seen him crossing a bridge by the masses
Covered in the ashes of both towers
Made it in New York and the way that we talk
Make it to North and that’s a gift
Refuse to back, lay to mourn, and then tore it over
Look out for shooters that we’re popping up at the opera
The popular, adore his pain for the sins of the god father
Popular music got ‘em confused with killers and artists
I kill it the hardest competition dearly departed
They feeling some sort of way 'cause my flow revealing the garbage
I'm making 'em throw it up, you just making the people vomit
When it comes to this rhymin' I’m a legend like too common
Or the Chupacabra, the way I move it together it’s how I knot ‘em
Make them acclaim my cover, you daquiri with the
The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink
Throw it back, cognac, I'm the best, you know that
You can have your own opinion, but not your own facts
On track as the most prolific ever, the most consistently
Vicious, New York can rip you, be ripping it like a shred
Some symphony hall shit, getting higher than your faucet
Getting better, trouble pearl of your jam like Eddie Vedder
Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors
That never seen their reflection when they’re walking past mirrors
They got bitten and now they’re smitting with the taste of blood and ticking
They taking enough drugs for the sleeping and keeping it fucking and make it up
Raise the bar and the waiters up
Others hating, just confused, undergo the way to luck
The eyes are the window to the souls and my shades is up
Advocate for artists, regardless cause I got faith in us
For the worthless who don’t get paid enough
Take the bus, hands way too rough for the paper cuts
As far as they’re concerned from on the table on the way to love
Take a slump, feel it to raise a child, you got to raise it up
Raise it up, raise it up, raise it up, take it up, take it up
I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit
Who graduated from stabbing and grabbing a biscuit
It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
When it’s no power go sour
I seen him crossing a bridge by the masses
Covered in the ashes of both towers
Made it in New York and the way that we talk
Make it to North and that’s a gift
Refuse to back, lay to mourn, and then tore it over
Look out for shooters that we’re popping up at the opera
The popular, adore his pain for the sins of the god father
Popular music got ‘em confused with killers and artists
I kill it the hardest competition dearly departed
They feeling some sort of way 'cause my flow revealing the garbage
I'm making 'em throw it up, you just making the people vomit
When it comes to this rhymin' I’m a legend like too common
Or the Chupacabra, the way I move it together it’s how I knot ‘em
Make them acclaim my cover, you daquiri with the
The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink
Throw it back, cognac, I'm the best, you know that
You can have your own opinion, but not your own facts
On track as the most prolific ever, the most consistently
Vicious, New York can rip you, be ripping it like a shred
Some symphony hall shit, getting higher than your faucet
Getting better, trouble pearl of your jam like Eddie Vedder
Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors
That never seen their reflection when they’re walking past mirrors
They got bitten and now they’re smitting with the taste of blood and ticking
They taking enough drugs for the sleeping and keeping it fucking and make it up
Raise the bar and the waiters up
Others hating, just confused, undergo the way to luck
The eyes are the window to the souls and my shades is up
Advocate for artists, regardless cause I got faith in us
For the worthless who don’t get paid enough
Take the bus, hands way too rough for the paper cuts
As far as they’re concerned from on the table on the way to love
Take a slump, feel it to raise a child, you got to raise it up
Raise it up, raise it up, raise it up, take it up, take it up
