Chips Lyrics - Talib Kweli

[Hook: Talib] 

Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul? 

We 100 on the road, 100 at home 

Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem 

We ain't going back to the Brook without the chip 

We ain't going back without that chip 

We ain't coming back to the Brook without that chip 

We ain't coming back without that chip 

You got next, we got forever, join the list 

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[Verse 1: Talib] 

Fresh from the lab like I got the cure 

Nothing but the pure for the world to hear 

It's like gravity 'cause it pulled us here 

Red carpet, world premiere 

Cinematic, they know the score 

Instant classic, tour de force 

I paid the price, I know the course 

I shake the dice, I know the toss 

It's simple really but you know it's deep 

When the angel and the devil on the shoulder speak 

Two voices, two choices 

Prepare for war or go in peace 

They don't believe I'm touring overseas 

"Nah, he don't even rap about coca leaves" 

Think globally not locally 

You ain't woke as me, nigga go to sleep 

Thank God I'm back, this ain't hard in fact 

This target practice, red beams 

Standing up 'cause I'm man enough 

And then turn her on like wet dreams 

You can't wet it up, you can step it up 

You ain't catching up with my [?] dream 

And I'm going too fast, [?] 

Why you showing yo ass, this ain't sex scenes 

They ain't built to last, they bust quicker 

Fast talking like tongue twister 

These young spitters can't fuck with us 

Pardon my French like I tongue kissed her 

Back in the day they used to hunt niggas 

And they hung niggas for being [?] niggas 

Now the guns are spittin' when the hunger hit us 

These young niggas like come and get us 

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[Hook: Talib] 

Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul? 

We 100 on the road, 100 at home 

Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem 

We ain't going back to the Brook without the chip 

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] 

Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka! 

Flocka! Flocka! Flame! 

Fuck that shit, this is quality trap 

Y'all really thought I could hardly rap 

Better watch ya front, better guard ya back 

Every mufuckin' bar is a heart attack 

Better work out hard, watch your cardiac 

Wear my shawty at, where my 40 at 

My shit a event, you shit a show 

Nigga I could still get a brick for the low 

Nigga I could still put dick in ya hoe 

And I'd rather die rich than live po' oh 

Busta bust better give me some mo' 

We gon' hit a lick then [?] 

I'ma sell again one minute ago 

I don't give a fuck if you friendly or foe 

I need the ring, gimme the ring 

I don't diss rappers, get in the ring 

Sit in the clink before I ever sing 

You see me winning, chips with my team 

Real shit you gotta deal with 

Better check the torch, we still lit 

"Flocka who you wanna get a mil with?" 

Niggas I ain't used to have a meal with 

I'm enlightened now, they frightened now 

So excited, you like it, then bite the style 

They did it before, they'll do it again 

I'm a motion picture, let the movie begin 

Scared to hit niggas, they'll sue me again 

Got platinum plaques, I'm a truly gem 

I'm a rudeboy, roll the doobie again 

Forward marching, we moving in 

Flocka! 

[Hook: Talib] 

Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul? 

We 100 on the road, 100 at home 

Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem 

We ain't going back to the Brook without the chip 

We ain't going back without that chip 

We ain't coming back to the Brook without that chip 

We ain't coming back without that chip 

You got next, we got forever, join the list