Talib Kweli - Holy Moly Lyrics
[talib Kweli]Yeah, As A Kid Growin Up In Brooklyn, My Pops Was A DjHe Had A Bunch Of Records - Funk, Jazz, Rhythm And Blues, SoulThere Was This One Gospel Record I Liked Like, LikeLike Holy Moly, I Might Get Some Religion And Leave You Holy HolyYeah, This Rhyme Is So Fat It's Roly PolyI Give You Intimate Details So You Can Get To Know MeThese Corporate Rappers Like "why This Dude Pickin On Me?"You Rap Your Way To The Top, But Now It's Gettin LonelyKids Is Hungry And You Lookin Like A Steak From Nick & Tony'sBut Don't Nobody Want Your Jewels, Cause Your Shit Is PhonySay Word? Your Shit Is Real~?! Damn, Your Shit Is CornyMy Rhymes Turn A New Page Like Mark FoleyAnd Touch Kids Like When Larry Clark Gave The Part To ChloeRest In Peace To Harold Hunter, The Greatest From Newww YawkStarted Out Skatin For Zoo YorkWord Hangin Out At The Gavin, I Was Very LuckyTo Talk To Rash' Once I Got Past Derek DudleyGot Him On "respiration", That's Pre-baduBet You Garnett Reid Got A Matt Doo TattooSometimes I Feel Like I'm Drownin I Gotta Tread WaterHead Above The Water I Always Remember HeadquartersHeads Up, Eyes Open, I Got My Mind FocusedI Find Hope Inside A Line, My Rhymes Define OpusSometimes Hopeless People, Fill My Thoughts With EvilMy Record So Hard It Broke The NeedleAt The Mixtape Awards Niggaz Act Like They Don't Give A ***** ThoughAnd Disrespect The Legacy Of JustoWhat The Blood Claat? No, Let The Blood FlowYou Ain't Come To Pay Your Respect, Then What You Come Fo'?Too Many Good Niggaz Die, It's Like A Stop LossHood Niggaz Ghetto Like Fried Wings And Hot SauceHow You Hard? The Cops Lettin 50 Shots OffBaby Jay-z's With The Knockoff Scott Storch BeatYou Are Not Short, You Are Not KattYou're Not A Player Or A Pimp, Money Stop ThatLearn To Master Your Speech And Be EloquentRappers Keep Peddlin Sweets, The Beats Weaker Than GelatinWe Used To Kick Up Dust, Now We SettlinRest In Peace To Dilla, Weldon, We Can't Forget YouProfessor X And, Proof We Miss You, WordRest In Peace To Shaka, Twenty One Gun SaluteIn The Air Like "blaka Blaka Blaka"You're Still Here Cause You're Livin Through MeYou're Like A Gift God Has Given To MeUh, Uh, Uh, What?
