Текст песни Talib Kweli - Raise the Bar
Talib Kweli - Raise the Bar слова песни
(woman: just give me a try!)[Verse 1](what we gon` do? yeah)We gon` work, we gon` playWe gon` lead the wayWe gon` say everything that we need to sayThen get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves awayMCs today, it`s like they throwin` our seeds awayBut that ain`t for me to say, right?It ain`t got to be this wayWe gon` take charge, make gods out of menWe gon` raise bars, show y`all how to winHit the rally, hit the riot, get the party startedRespect the words you herbs, it`s the Kwelity artistI solemnly promised the knowledge will demolish your collegeAdmonishes scholars, you acknowledge the dollars (yeah)Want me to payola? Man I don`t even know that boy, I`m takin` overKeepin` it fresh like bakin` soda in your fridgeI keep Brooklyn like Jamaica so ???[Hook]That`s how it is, "say la wi, ooh la la wi wi"Please, excuse my French, nigga ridin` the benchSayin` "Coach, let me in, yo I know we can win"(woman: just give me a try!)[Verse 2]Yeah I see y`all flossin` like you got shit on your teeth`Til I get up on the mixtape and I shit on your beatWell ever since I came back niggas ain`t gettin` no sleepWhy beef? NayNay shit on the streetCome on, my words man hit like pure `caine/+Cane+, ask +Abel+I got more lines than cokeheads on a glass tableRoll with a thorough crew, everybody follow throughBrooklyn where on the street we either swallow you or hollow youYou know how my borough doCats`ll pull the ratchet out, start blackin` out off funny styleCats nothin` to laugh about (ha)It`s hood politics, the hood economicsYou get exploited, even your +Daddy-O+ like StetsasonicKweli the best alive, my words spray like pestacideYou niggas keep on buggin` meWhen they gonna exercise their right to exit right nowAnd keep it movin`?I`m the solution, niggas shootin` to salute[Hook]That`s how it is, "say la wi, ooh la la wi wi"Please, excuse my French, nigga ridin` the benchSayin` "Coach, put me in, yo I know we can win"(woman: just give me a try!)[Interlude]B.K. in the house, what you wan` do?L.A. in the house, what you wan` do?BaBOO in the house, what you wan` do?West Coast throw your W[Verse 3]I`m comin` through like MCs are my students and I`m the sensaiYou need to fuck with your boy, fuck what your friends sayIt`s like my shits are so tight, I need some Ben GayI like the energy right, they call me feng shuiMen pray to their false gods and lost God a while agoAnd crack up like the ???No smile, know their inner-child can growGo out strapped with the calicoAt a party ready to set it, wetted his throatHad him better to smokeHis eyes red and he ready to let goYo oh, and then the DJ threw it onA nigga like that`s my shit, word is bond[Hook]That`s how it is, "say la wi, ooh la la wi wi"Please, excuse my French, nigga ridin` the benchSayin` "Coach, put me in, yo I know we can win"(woman: just give me a try!)[Interlude]yeah, we gon` work, we gon` playWe gon` lead the wayWe gon` say everything that we need to sayThen get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves awayMCs today, it`s like they throwin` our seeds awayBut that ain`t for me to say, right?It ain`t got to be this wayWe gon` take charge, make gods out of menWe gon` raise bars, show y`all how to win{*DJ scratching*}