Boomerang Lyrics - Train Of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-sides, Vol. 1 - Talib Kweli

"Boomerang" 

(performed by K'Valentine featuring Cory Mo, NIKO IS & Talib Kweli) 

Count it up, never cease, keep it movin' man 

Roll it up, pass it round like a boomerang 

Turn it up, real music'll never die 

Quality over quantity, homie it's only right 

Been unimpressed with some of the best, but nonetheless 

It's subjective, just maybe just my perspective 

Colours is the collective, and wanna know somethin' son? 

Under covers I could detective, hear me 

A logical cool dude with a tropical pool view 

The crew makin' it classic like the school flew 

Shoot for the moon with a tool I shoot pool 

Only fools follow rules, we make em', we create 'em 

Makin' movies with music but [?] ain't Cuba man 

I'm just movin' around like a boomerang 

Try to look away, it's like a right from Sugar Ray 

Dodgin' the [?] 

It's magic like Earvin and [?] 

I meet with big fish, boy surf and the turf 

It's God and geometry, I'm observin' the Earth 

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Yo, I get it brewin' like I'm hot water 

Surprise you like they brought you food that you did not order 

Some of these people won't receive you or believe you 

Til a nigga outta town come in a peep you, grab a spot for you 

Listenin', I'm listenin, I'm listenin' 

I'm getting they attention and got all these niggas whisperin' 

And all [?] that they witnessin' 

They judge me on my morals and my vows but still they missin' 'em 

They missin' 'em 

I'm sayin' what they sayin' I just speak it different 

And fuckin' with the gift [?] in the instant 

Little cutie from Chicago that's an understatement 

I'm the definition of a female emcee underrated 

Amazing with the storytellin' 

Take a nigga and upgrade him like I'm Tori Spelling 

Chicken watermelon 

Cause I'm a black queen 

I'm here to bring that real shit back to the rap scene 

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Vultures of the culture, I see them eating the strange fruit 

It's brain food for zombies they wash it down with a strange brew 

They'll bite until they change you, hopin' you grow some fangs too 

Just to remain, you gotta find you an angel 

What a quiet singer I wanna thank you 

A young [?] kingdom'll save you 

The God particle and the cord that come from the navel 

Ferocious when defendin' the home, results is fatal 

Approaching the gaze wrong facing off with a face on 

Sex sure to keep this safety on with the lace on 

Based on my experience you niggas straight [?] 

Swelter in America, stay warm, let's pray for 'em 

Need to bow your head in submission 

Say it to your face, no sub-dissin' 

Never sell out for the cash so my money good 

If money talk, my shit be tellin' everyone they should