Talib Kweli - Chaos (feat. Bahamadia) Lyrics
[Talib Kweli]We your rhyme sayerswe lead you like a beaconof lightout of the chaoscuttin down overzealousplayers who starewe're the winners of the gameWalk in we'l preparedclimbin the stairwaysto heaven while you scared of the people livin underground heard the sound of the clapmade you wonderIf it was a gunthe crowdor some thunderAll of that was out my window when I was youngerNow I'm much older, lyrical clap MC'sIf you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your timeNiggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhymeThey just babies, I snatch em out they incubatorsAttach them to respirators, they breathin hard like Darth VaderHard as candy and suck like Now or LatersAfter a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR[Bahamadia]Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sagesRelease what I hold save it through my book of rhyme pagesScripts be ageless, like scrolls from dead seaThe cadence off and on like the motion of Tai ChiBa-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect, EternallyScience to a remedy to help and get my people free, butlittle support, got my thesis on freezeMy only option's doin bootlegs for the JapaneseGet about eight G's, a heavy buzz overseasSacrifice a pill to mainstream and do what I believe, causedown to the chromosomes I'm a purist to this artformEnlighten who I touch and let the world catch on[Talib Kweli + Bahamadia]Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beaconof light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealousplayers who stare, we're the winners of the gameWalk in well prepared, climbin the stairwaysto heaven while you scared of the people livin under--ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonderIf it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunderAll of that was out my window when I was younger[Bahamadia]Oppose for the nine, how no content sections of the earthWalkin vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verseMy cells begin to peak at least a hundred thousand hertzMeanin my joint's prevalent in Fat Beats and FootworksI cater to these markets first, cause they gravitate to meAnd appreciate the vision of what I do musically[Talib Kweli]Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!!I walked in and they stared, see how they screwin meBreak you down, til you ain't the man you used to beDomination of my jurisdiction, people's addiction to liesIt blurs the lines between the fact and fictionNow we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappinYou start to hate the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson[Bahamadia]Majors they try to hold me captive but mine are figure factionsBut the foundation of hip-hop hold my braincells for ransomI chance none, ***** them spots on charts and number oneIf it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious when the time comesThis grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted anklesExperience is missable, so I approach it from all angles andinject some substance deep inside of rap's coreTake an MC and back to where it was before[Talib Kweli]Call us Liberty like the Bell of Philadelphia sceneryMe and Bahama-D, style free like Mumia need to beSeein me, feelin me, we right here on the levelTurnin hardrocks to pebbles, exposin the devilLyrical olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medalTake that bass out yyour voice you talk to me in trebleI'm _Serious_ as Steady B so you know I ain't playinI'm stimulatin, makin crowds MOVE like organizations in PhillyKeep it positive, my prerogative is exerciseSee through the chaos with my third eyeWord I exhibit the exquitiness, since a child I was vividThrow your hands in the air if you with it, dig it[Talib Kweli + Bahamadia]Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beaconof light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealousplayers who stare, we're the winners of the gameWalk in well prepared, climbin the stairwaysto heaven while you scared of the people livin under--ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonderIf it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunderAll of that was out my window when I was younger[Talib Kweli]Seven-eighteen, to five-one-threeWe meet at two-one-fiveReflection Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes[Xzibit]Yo listen the ***** up y'allIt's Mr. X to the Z XzibitBroadcastin with the home grownThat's right, they straight out of my backyardThe Beat Junkies, on Rawkus Records understand me?It's Soundbombing 2!
