Текст песни Talib Kweli - Too Late
Talib Kweli - Too Late слова песни
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jumpLike it`s way crunk, yeah,Fake punks get they face lumpedSent to the most high, by the most fitYou gotta do, fuck that almost shitThe fam is close knitYou diggin`, know the clock don`t stop tickin`Glocks still spittin`, the whole block politickin`Lik epresidents with they minds dead on arrivalLeaving no evidence of a struggle for survivalSongs relevant to the times like the psalms read in the BibleStepping to this leaves thoughts in your head `it`s suicidal`It`s the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooterRolling with my wanna battle cats who chief buddhaAnd see through the overspecialized, underpressurizedNo lie texturized, emcees who got the masses mesmerizedwith empty rhetoric, they better quitNiggas so hollow that they echo like sentimentsNowadays rap artists coming half-heartedCommercial like pop, or underground like black marketsWhere were you the day hip-hop died?Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? (6x)Kwa is chillin`, Tone is chillin`What more can I say, we stay buildingAnd make killingsTake children through the wilderness, by the handIt`s a great feeling, show `em how to be a manExactly, pack trees in my khakisMy sound fat like a Neve while you thin like a MackeyC`mon, shine so bright when I walk byYou got ta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eyeWhat! Say somethin, you stay frontinIt ain`t nothing, let off like I`m big game huntingMe and Tek stay way bluntedWave running on beaches with white sandWith a slight tanSmack the mic stand with my right handWhen I`m excitedLeave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite itOn fire like property lost to riotsYo, ain`t no stopping us when we all unitedChorus