Planet Asia - Drugs, Basketball, & Rap lyrics

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Planet Asia - Drugs, Basketball, & Rap lyrics

[Talib Kweli] Yea That's what I'm talking about S-A-S, size ain't sh**, never that Strong Arm Steady, Talib Kweli Yea [Hook x2: Talib Kweli] n***as gettin caught in the trap For the cash, it's the d**; basketball; or the rap There's more to us than that We the sh** consider the facts, after you an*lyze that You know you best to fall back [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] I'm dealing with, nothing but facts, when I spit it, though You n***as superstitious don't step on the cracks or split the pole Candle light, flickers so bright, my silhouette can kick a sicker flow And spill it like a liquor store, I spit the sh** to make a cripple get up and dance I spit the sh** to make the average MC piss in his pants I spit the sh** to make a motherf**er call it a night I spit the sh** to see f** wit C. Delores Tucker s** like I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute I play this well to win it, you go to Africa, like Dave Chappelle, you finished Cause your prehistoric raps is boring, the number of whack rappers soaring Like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions These n***as meek, their lyrics weak, and their beats is corporate They try snitching on records their mouths is leaking faucets Dripping them over system than, Chinese water torture Ripping a series of events, more unfortunate than Lemony Snicket [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Medallions mind, bless the mic for the gods, teach the blind Plus get a piece of mine release your minds for each design Baby food for thought, rappers not coonin' for sport Due to these pork eatin n***as of sort Yo you's a f**face, burnt out loser that's always up late Planet Asia the revolutionary slash nut case A witchcraft black magic, data load up computers A spread the message wrote to you where when I show illusions If all y'all n***as is k**as then how you write your records How'd you find the time stop lying, your minds' infected There's only a few, and I ain't saying n***as don't put it down from you town I'm talkin bout you Yea the fake dude promotin propaganda And open on some fanna, and out right, snitching on them cameras Planet Asia, gold chain black bandanas low Steady Gain Klick Klack rang rang, there they go [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Phil Da Agony] Just a high skip and a jump Away from getting everything that I could possibly want And prostitutes front Get a 4 bar on the roster, scratch that I'm talkin about a full roster of raps Monsters that rap, buzzed out ?? check the cadence of the frequency Uniquely, we strong arms strategically Easily I twist the ?? k**a cali ?? Back alleys burnin backwoods in danelis or He probably with Kweli, out in BK We make it easy for the DJ's, like instant replays Conversation by the bu*tons, I talk and touch something Straight shots of the Louis he flew me out to London Crunchin numbers flippin more dough, like siccisero Next thing you know we kissin ya ho, without the mistletoe Strong arm steady, agony can ???, fill the rigglies The Big League n***as is dropping indies Let's go [Hook x2] [Talib Kweli] Talib kweli, right about now This what I'm feelin right about now And I invite you all to check it out wit me Lets go! S'like [Hook x2]