Текст песни Talib Kweli and Hi Tek - Twice Inna Lifetime, слова песни Talib Kweli and Hi Tek

Текст песни Talib Kweli and Hi Tek - Twice Inna Lifetime

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[Talib Kweli] Yo, we been through this before right? (Word, word...) So wefigurin`, if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y`know what I`m sayin?(True, true, true...) Cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?So Hi-Tek, turn it up a notch...[Jane Doe]Hail Mary, `matta fact hail JaneNiggaz take my name in vain/vein like I was cocaineMy affirmations kill emcees like assasinationBringin` you pain until you wish you had a vaccinationOr vaccine, I shine like VaselineGas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleumMy vocab expand like a rubber bandWalkin` nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brothermanNiggaz just don`t understand my reasons, I transcend like seasonAnd scar these rappers like legionIt`s treason, my suspension attract attentionI`m ventin`, givin` these chickenheads detentionDid I mention my name, yo, go by the Jane DoeDrenched in Polo, chill downtown in SohoYou don`t know, this is just half my potentialCheck my credentials, come harder than sequentialIt`s essential, you listen, I drive, you a pedestrianThey bless me on the track cuz I attack wit` the estrogenRhyme against the best a men, Jane burn it upWhen you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up![Wordsworth]Yo...get it...yoYo, we fortified live, supportin` alliesThe wack is tryin` to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyesBut here is some`n the cryin` talk aboutThe verse on that cassette you and cousin fought aboutThat led to God and Satan`s fallin` outEncourage the liquor for those who ain`t here that you pourin` outOn 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my houseRevive or ruin, my theories of micsSony or Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypesSearch for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin` stockSo shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocksRain of acid drops, seek some helpNow don`t rewind, get it the first time, Shouldn`t have to repeat myselfEternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs In rhyme bouts you`ll dial 9, just to get a line outKnown fact or factors and non-rappers fracturedResults in more cast appearances than a hundred actorsEmcees I`m testin` like diseases injected in gerbilsWordsworth, Kweli, Hi-Tek, Reflection Eternal..what...[Talib Kweli]My style high life like Fonz when I burn heads like a conkCuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe MonchThinkin` they shits is heavy when they light like iluminationIntellectual masturbation with premature ejaculationI`m comin` cleaner than vaccinationsMy fascination with character assassination, Got these niggaz burnin` like sensationWe keep it hot like matches and on lock like latchesWack emcees get they microphones snatched like Lee patchesSo YOU GO! To every wack muthafucka that you know (Scram...)My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like ParasucosSo there`s no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and botheredLike the bitches that they are, takin` pictures with starsAnd got `em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get brokenMe and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like VulcansThink I`m jokin`? We both got sons, we make cream and break dreamsSee through the fake schemes, wipin` your slate cleanLike a squeegee, we be lightin` shit up like phosphorusTurnin` flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin` to optimusYou stoppin` us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganistYou pickin` the wrong time, steppin` to me when I`m in my prime like OptimusTransformin`, from rookie of the year to veteranHip-hop is big business like Con Edison or medicineBut fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the doorI got to many reasons, save your `whys` and `what fors`CHORUS:[Kweli] This is twice inna lifetime so I`m lettin` you know (let `em know,yo!)Blackstar, Wordsorth, Punchline and Jane Doe (yo!)[Mos] Lyrical com-pete and WE emceeWe got the fortified five, exhibit level degree[Punchline]Check it...I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophetGet deep like Islamics wrapped in a white garmentI touch topics that try to open up your opticsVacate in the Tropics, you dodgin` bullets in the projectsCut the nonsense, I`m hotter than alot a menStart honorin`, got more wifeys than SolomonFuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddombRegardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit onOnce you get on, it`s fair you can`t trust (Yes!)Words & Punch, make rappers march like the third monthI build with friends, lyrically spit gemsCall me diamond, cuz I`m your girl`s best friendEmcees are born losers, alcoholic abusersI`ll go on the radio and start a gay rumorAnd then I`ll talk about how the crowd tried to boo yaLabel shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumorsMy gat claps, 50% of the wackTake it back to real rap, Krylons wit` the fat capGet robbed for your ASCAP, leave you insideFortified live, reppin` NY `til I die![Mos Def]Black body radiation situation that we workin` wit`My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin` servicesThe purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousnessWe are, hot like black tar, Black Star with emergerenceSuperlative, you fabricated like the word absurditiveI`m rockin this from here to where the purges liveTo Brooklyn where the merchants liveNext door to the murderers And bourbon is a elder man`s medicinal alternativeMy memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat JeepsLegendary athletes who play by the trash heapMy crew wasn`t that deep, but beef we didn`t act sweetTreadin` on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feetFlashy, it was between DeKalb and PulaskyOff the meter like an out of borough taxiThey run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and craftyAnd SWAT are either sittin` in Clinton or KaksakiMan Rudolph can screw off! You too soft to stop usYou and your coppers should see some foot doctorsGot your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked upCuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon` be locked upHide yaself like Donna Summer, another number oneAnd comin` from the underground, this is how it`s comin` downBaby let me run it down,Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Jane Doe, Punch, Wor.. umm..E!Excuse me! Just ate another emcee!Sometimes that`s just how it bePartner wash you down with green tea and some limeWe like the five on the fist, fortified organized like DIS!

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Twice Inna Lifetime

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