Rza - Rocket Ships lyrics

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Moving at the speed of a solution Bleeding in the streets as we're breathing the pollution They're saying that we need a revolution But their pa**ion is reduced to all-caps on a computer Hey, every sixteen I make a sick scene Blood splattered all on you shirt like a Miskeen Y'all n***as trippin' like mescaline and mixed greens My flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristine You going green like Al Gore with 'em I make algorithms that got Malcolm in 'em God's favorite, I'm sick as a doctor's patient We live in a cold world, my job is to rock nations My occupation? Elation, a celebration of rebels Raise the levels and the decibels flagrant It's too amazing how we be blazing, son Our flowers is the loudest, they crowd around us But cower in the shadows of the towers, boy [Hook: Talib Kweli] Take a tour with it, bake the raw Where the beats so savage That it's knuckles gon' scrape the floor Make a call, all the rocket ships taking off Jah, Wu, gun music playin' when we facing off [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo, I plaster the nation, causing evacuation My manifestation got 'em patient from how I keeps it amazing See, I'm the reason n***as need some training While I'm inflicting the pain and making it suitable for any occasion I'm very engaging soon as I'm awaken Quickly back you up and bag your b**h She's reminding me of Sanaa Lathan Rely on the hating while I'm smiling and waiting That's when I embrace 'em If you try to front, you'll be highly mistaken The mightiest making of a cla**ic, alrighty, I'll face it My psyche is ancient and I'm hiring, so try me, I'm patient Sorry, I'm lying, face it, I'm back for the taking I'm urgently giving n***as the courtesy of smashing their face in (Damn, can you cut his mic off?) See how we got 'em buggin' Cause they can't believe what we have in the making sh** so historic, got me goin' for it while I bang the nation And do n***as greasier than a slab of bacon [Interlude] b**h, you still cooking this pork in this house? Stop cooking that damn pork in this house The hell going on in here? [Hook] [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] These rap n***as is b**hes, nothing but s**ers to me Sacrifice myself for the music and let them suffer through me Your weak product is nothing to me I only feel effects when I f** with Louis Yep, I get buck in the studio like I'm Evil Dee Pulling strings like the Muppet movie Shining my light like Mos calling his mother Umi Who's the hottest regardless of who's flaming? We ain't talkin' 'bout the best until you mention my name Who're you kidding? The truest spitting I'll break you like a mirror so it's clearer That we don't believe in superstition These new additions need supervision Thinking that they can spit it in the booth like me What are you stupid? Listen I've been official, it's been official, I'm too consistent I make a claim cause I'm too official for euphemisms Staying in the cut like a new incision I'll put you on your a** like True Religion So give it up for the truest living [Hook]