Oh No - That's Enough lyrics

[Intro] Picture me giving a damn (picture me) Picture me giving a damn, I said never Yeah, attack the block, attack the block (yeah, yeah) Talib Kweli, Z-Trip 'A' ('A' 'A') With the wisdom of a veteran, fire of a rook Ain't nobody f**in' with my crew, man, put that on everything man Put that on everything What you got to put up? Put it up (put it on) Nobody f**ing with the crew that I f** with Nobody f**ing with the crew that I f** with Nobody f**ing with the crew that I f** with I can tell you get disgusted Nobody f**ing with the crew that I f** with I can tell you get disgusted with the crew that you stuck with [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] We do it like it's nothing, while your movement is suspect You screaming "Aflac" cause you duck sick Imperial n***a who gon' body the track and put the fear in you Asking you, if you can feel it, I'm being literal Up against the side of your temple, we getting spiritual This the people's army, you n***as ain't pa** the physical Harder than a criminal, pardon you if you stayin'(?) The market is full of bulls, I'm smarter than your average bear My spirit is living proof I be scaring 'em in the booth They playing that truth or dare, but I dare 'em to tell the truth I'm getting long in the tooth, but still here While these dudes is faker than their veneers Ain't making it past a year Yeah, social a**a**in n***a, curb your enthusiasm Caught up in the special effects, homie, that's movie magic [Verse 2: John Forte] I shoot frames in the magic hour Life's on over blast, self contained Grey matter, like it's overcast Ask nothing, I don't talk too much Then again, ask around that comes with cost and such Throw the curve and I adjust my swing Batters up, I strategize and avoid all ducks I'm mad enough, you talk foolish Your love of money is apart of something non-higher Dance around you dudes like a bonfire Get your weight up and your mixtapes up Kweli, sound the alarm, my inner beast wakes up I'm from the great-era, that you [?] your [?] flow You still asleep, I serve from Oslo to Moscow Go [?] [?] [?] My lady pearl, Turkish, so we [whirl?] with the [dervish?] Education make the nervous, they stuck on lames Read a book, and you will know my name [Verse 3: Posdnous] I'm somewhere between growth and greed Cash in hand knowledge in the book I read from Y'all all been from the installments Of real sk** hold steady even when the earth shake [s...?] Jealousy and hate never found [b?] [i?] [me?] But hearts can be cold from young emcees playing bold Yo, but haven't you heard? Your words rhyme But my rhymes the word Along with wit, the opposite gender want to render themselves caught Like ladybugs in my palm, my progress is apart of my process Mandatory sweat like a fat n***a with breast Just a fighter who is beneath the brawl With the promiscuous game that came to f** us all So when you need to make the [call?] know who to trust That's plug to the one that's it, that's enough [Verse 4: Skyzoo] They looked at me as a hybrid [Over?] guns and bu*ter like you see what the [sty?] did Being a block away had us driveling by big Now they saying I write like I reached up and rhymed his Sky is beyond measure like my speech [all leather?] You peons could get peed on together My pre days was for hardaway, G and whatever My teammates had nas tapes, and heat on the dresser Raised by it, made by it ---cradle to grave by it All we seeing is a rover, and tucking away inside it Fly guy etiquette, P.R.P, 'S'in' it And blue and orange everything, like we all, we reppin', what ha' [All of those models ????????] They be automatic mouth, call that iPhone Siri I'm as heavy in the south as I am in the 'K' [Come through your palm is your hand is a wave???] [Verse 5: Rubix] Dem Wan' compete with us,completely nut you must have lost your senses Not to mention man, running sh** in this dimension Guns and Spit, man none of it can touch the Kid Especially when I'm running with, high-level sentences Annexing this is vexing, further more it's just disgusting Make them sick, the way I kick, Bars, percussion Your head rushing Plus, I'm busting melons like Gallagher Not even a challenger to the simplest listener Given the circumstance, call your commissioner Got protection for your weak rendition of what you call a verse A chick will pull from her purse, that Rubix is the worse Disrespect how your crew loving my words Love how I swerve, making n***as jump for the curb They only reckless in the burbs, look in they eyes Everything just start to slur Grab the hand of your girl, about to earl Make her sick with sugar, giving necklaces and pearls [Verse 6: Fashawn] Like Rich Wright, I write a cla**ic like rite of pa**age When I recite a pa**age, sh**, I type on the average Grab a mic and dismantle it, methods of a mechanic Manic, necessary you panic [I call an ambulance of my insomnia?] I might overdose on ambient mixing weed with a cancer stick Increasing my chances I got a lot of living to do before I diminish Like I'm sprinting to my finish in [line?] limit Rhyme chemist all I'm missing is a dime misses Compositions like do or die missions Once I step inside the [mind] entrance Old school like n***as who call nines biscuits New school like buying Nicky Minaj tickets Is it a crime that I'd rather listen to Rah Digga A fly n***a with big dreams of boast 'L' - 'B's' to smoke, sixteens to quote [Rich means of dope?]