Yeah, I do this for real Ain't no games being played
It might be the career It might be on the stage
It might be in the street But the people come to me
They come to me for the lyrical, spiritual War s**t, I spit at you, original
And I see collective, not individual Visual, on the mic, I'm un-wittable
Invincible, official n***a who they come to For the hardcore, all the war
Rhymes that I got in store www.kirusella.org
For education and culture Heads is waiting for most
To do the album with Crowley We do it like we supposed to
Nobody come close to my crew We wild nights, you ain't tight
The bomb is light, but a child's right When you can't spell, you chase crumbs
And get ate like hand cell Can't hold your mic like you're licking
your stomach
Style like my Amstel Smack a n***a till my motherf**king hands swell
You ain't fly and your pilot guide can't sell
No n***a take you like handheld Amateur, camera work
And walking this planet of earth I'm the illest MC and the man of my word
When I came out, n***a didn't understand it at first
I'm known to roll up my sleeves and put my hands in the dirt
We at war and I got a battle plan that can work
With the proper execution, so I'm killing the mic
You get hit like a deer standing still in the light
I'm spilling it like I ain't never had a meal in my life
Feed my family with my pen, it's so real when I write
We fight, get buck wild, kill, chill, make love, have child, freestyle
B-boy, hit the block, build, destroy, get it hot, yo
I make the place go ape sh**, ain't no other way to say it
Ain't nothing to play with, I'm length a huge dream
The first scene I heard in the flesh Cause so many people believed the word even
when it seemed absurd
With keen observation I peeped the game It got blood on its hands, I can see the stains
My street slang spray like shots when heat bang out
N***a keep my name in they mouth I put they flame out
Where I'm from, action is first and talk is second
I'm sharp like a blade on the logo of Rockets Records
New York's infected, n***as beefing on a mixtape
Got a nickel bag, n***a thinking they can f**k with big weight
Hell no, give it up, it's enough We about to live it up within the bus
We riding, get in with us, pick it up Party people, you about to get in touch
Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush
You can find Kweli in the cup With a cold, even lit up
About to split a Dutch Get it up, everybody, you about to get in touch
Give it up, everybody, you about to get a rush
Yeah, quality material Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it, Kweli You don't know how to say it by now
Smoke you, broadcast live from Brooklyn, New York City
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