Talib Kweli - Roll Off Me Lyrics
[Intro:]Yeah, back in effect, let's goAhem, aiyyo, e'rybody goes through feelin likethe walls is closin in on you and you just stress the hell out (yeah they do)And you feel like you gon' explode, youknow'msayin? (uh-huh)This right here is for, all y'all to know thatI know what y'all goin through man (yeah, yeah)I feel it myself (yeah, yeah I do)I could relate, yeah turn this one upSometimes life make you wanna attack and go off GYou wanna step back and I let it roll off meBrooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft GYeah I get stressed but I let it roll off meFlirtin with the fame but I let it roll off meThey love it when I'm losin but I let it roll off meDirt on my name but I let it roll off meAlways keep it movin and I let it roll off meDo it for my niggaz with letters, let's set it off BCops don't protect us, protestors just get ignored BPlayed out like musical theater with best supportThe investors and bankers havin sex in expensive orgiesI'm rappin on the corners like Abbey, Abdul and CommonBorn when they was robbin the grave at TutankhamunWay before Bush the USA been bombinCause whether ratchets or needles know the shootin ain't stoppinNiggaz lootin, we ain't coppin a thingAnd if I'm locked in the bing, a nigga not gonna singI got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life on the lineWhat I write's so right for the timeThe revelation like sight for the blind like when God cypher divinehand you lessons; or when you in the church havin confessionOr when you kneelin on the pew, catchin the Holy GhostOr the cult, so fanatic they think suicide's the only hope (no)They used to ask you "Who ya master?" Now they ask you "Who your pastor?"It's your allegiance that they truly afterThey used to ask you "Who ya master?" Now they ask you "Who your pastor?"It's your allegiance that they truly afterThat make you wanna go off BBut I step back and I let it roll off meBrooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft GYeah I get stressed but I let it roll off meTalk the talk but to walk the walk is costlyNiggaz got on they +Game+ face like Black Wall StreetEvery single move I make is ballsyCause the shit it used to be a, silent movie now it's a talkyThe Feds cheesin like Milwaukee when shit is Brew-inWhen these niggaz stage a coup for the president I'm a shoo-inBut, ain't no political aspirations I'm persuinI hate to ruin your dream but music is what I'm doinI've touched more people in a verse than you do in 20 speechesWhether state's blue like the water or redder than white people on sunny beachesSometimes I don't be understandin itThey looked at me and said that's why you the perfect candidateStandin at the pulpit with a full clipWhat I say real talk, turn around and walk away with your bullshitI'm like breed, yo I ain't to be *****ed withOnly write the realest, can't lie to the publicThe sharp wick cut quick, killin 'em softlyThey try to take me there but you could never force meBrooklyn, New York B, ain't nothin soft GYeah I get stressed but I let it roll off meFlirtin with the fame but I let it roll off meThey love it when I'm losin but I let it roll off meDirt on my name but I let it roll off meAlways keep it movin and I let it roll off me[ad libs to the end]
