Rocket Ships Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Moving at the speed of a solution 

Bleeding in the streets as we're breathing the pollution 

They're saying that we need a revolution 

But their passion is reduced to all-caps on a computer 

Hey, every sixteen I make a sick scene 

Blood splattered all on you shirt like a Miskeen 

Y'all niggas trippin' like mescaline and mixed greens 

My flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristine 

You going green like Al Gore with 'em 

I make algorithms that got Malcolm in 'em 

God's favorite, I'm sick as a doctor's patient 

We live in a cold world, my job is to rock nations 

My occupation? Elation, a celebration of rebels 

Raise the levels and the decibels flagrant 

It's too amazing how we be blazing, son 

Our flowers is the loudest, they crowd around us 

But cower in the shadows of the towers, boy 

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Take a tour with it, bake the raw 

Where the beats so savage 

That it's knuckles gon' scrape the floor 

Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off 

Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off 

Yo, I plaster the nation, causing evacuation 

My manifestation got 'em patient from how I keeps it amazing 

See, I'm the reason niggas need some training 

While I'm inflicting the pain and making it suitable for any occasion 

I'm very engaging soon as I'm awaken 

Quickly back you up and bag your bitch 

She's reminding me of Sanaa Lathan 

Rely on the hating while I'm smiling and waiting 

That's when I embrace 'em 

If you try to front, you'll be highly mistaken 

The mightiest making of a classic, alrighty, I'll face it 

My psyche is ancient and I'm hiring, so try me, I'm patient 

Sorry, I'm lying, face it, I'm back for the taking 

I'm urgently giving niggas the courtesy of smashing their face in 

(Damn, can you cut his mic off?) 

See how we got 'em buggin' 

Cause they can't believe what we have in the making 

Shit so historic, got me goin' for it while I bang the nation 

And do niggas greasier than a slab of bacon 

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Bitch, you still cooking this pork in this house? 

Stop cooking that damn pork in this house 

The hell going on in here? 

These rap niggas is bitches, nothing but suckers to me 

Sacrifice myself for the music and let them suffer through me 

Your weak product is nothing to me 

I only feel effects when I fuck with Louis 

Yep, I get buck in the studio like I'm Evil Dee 

Pulling strings like the Muppet movie 

Shining my light like Mos calling his mother Umi 

Who's the hottest regardless of who's flaming? 

We ain't talkin' 'bout the best until you mention my name 

Who're you kidding? The truest spitting 

I'll break you like a mirror so it's clearer 

That we don't believe in superstition 

These new additions need supervision 

Thinking that they can spit it in the booth like me 

What are you stupid? Listen 

I've been official, it's been official, I'm too consistent 

I make a claim cause I'm too official for euphemisms 

Staying in the cut like a new incision 

I'll put you on your ass like True Religion 

So give it up for the truest living