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


Artist: Talib Kweli
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 10
Year: 2015

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

The highest caliber make it a night to remember like Shalamar 

Then escape to Havana with a do what I gotta 

Planes get shot down in Cuban air space over the water 

I got insight it's a clear case of reading your aura 

 

Man what you got for us as my black men stand in line like a 

Makin' these MC's our sons like Horus 

I'm always taking shots like a Japanese tourist, get the picture? 

Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure 

 

I'm sippin', wishing well water imported from Pluto 

That's why my eyes is glassy, so ain't got to ask me 

The interplanetary Illuminati move your body 

I trekked the stars first, so fuck Kirk and Scotty 

 

I threw basement parties on the mothership 

Now I'm on planet earth on some other shit 

Many 'habitants of this world be strivin' and strugglin' 

Tryin' to eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh 

 

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Ghetto red hot, man that shit is like bubblin' 

Can't get no peace 'cause the beast keep troubling 

Youth, they oppose and the blows they be doubling 

Nike heads is trife and the shots, they be thundering 

 

Ways and customs don't make any sense 

They be givin' me stress and they test my maintenance 

Use the sand and the Ummah as my sustenance 

No, this style will never lack, melanin's my evidence 

 

In order to effective, with your words you must be selective 

'Cause showin' and provin' is the prime directive 

Movin' those who are outdated with vernaculated thought 

So every time I take a turn MC's take a loss 

 

My point across, I gotta get to where I want to be 

As the wickedest public speaker since '73 

Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground 

As the physical manifestation of sight and sound 

 

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So gather 'round to hear the profound brown vomiter 

Absorb the sonic energy manifestin' through your monitor 

The livin' proof, I make the truth sound clear 

Mr. Man, in nine ether represent right here, check it out 

 

This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet 

Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed 

This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet 

Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed 

 

Mos Def and Mr Man 

Peace be upon he and, we MC's 

Speak the fortified live exhibit level degree 

 

Yo, what's wrong with this picture? Don't it seem bugged 

(Picture) 

MC's is high on they supply, sounds like they takin drugs 

Y'all trippin' like mescalin' and killin' the feeling like penicillin' 

Switchin' to Lionel Rich' and dancin' on the ceilin' 

 

Go ahead and be a heroin, your own mind 

Fuck your Internet, coke is it when you on line 

Smokin' dirty weed, ignorin' the medicinal herbals 

So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils 

 

You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus 

Swept under the rug, we turnin' niggas into dust 

You done came out of the earth, what your life worth? 

(Earth) 

When you get left with what you had on the day of your birth 

 

Ha, yo, it's the super scientifical, high-powered prolifical 

Lyrically a miracle, mentally I'm physical 

Massively encryptical, verbally invincible 

These kids wanna battle but the material's pitiful 

The only original, wicked individual 

 

Whenever I rhyme, I break it down into syllables 

Simply because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn 

It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin' 

It's Mr. Man the act, boy what? You get stolen 

I'll cut your ass in half and leave you with a semicolon 

 

We cold-crushin' MC's that's gold-rushin' for the cheese 

They see a flash in the pan waitin' for royalties 

 

But kings and queens get overthrown when they grab the microphone 

Shootin' videos in homes that they know they'll never own 

I guess they cannot work alone, they forever with crew 

L sparking, steady barking bout the wildness they do 

 

Posin' in photographs shot at complimentary angles 

Be playin' Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles 

Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record to tape 

Step in my zone, your spot'll get blown like Watergate 

 

Wait, my blastin' rate is past a state of rappers who procrastinate 

Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate 

Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload 

So I flip into my mode of rhyme, long like a road 

See, I drop the greats like clumsy waiters drop plates 

I got rhymes by the crates to erase the duplicates 

 

'Cause, I blow wack rappers out like afros 

My shit is so phat it be stretchin' my asshole 

But huh, that's not the point because I'm better than most 

I make MC's wonder like bread but then, bread gets toast 

It's like that, Mr. Man, Mos Def, and Kweli 

Represent for every single real MC, you don't stop 

(Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def) 

 

This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet 

Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed 

This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet 

Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed 

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