Styles P - Nine Point Five lyrics

(Verse 1 – Talib Kweli) As time goes by, an eye for an eye That's the best way to keep everybody blind When the truth is in the building all these lives gon die Cause like my man Chaz Van, eh the vibes don't lie Man, get your hands up in the sky, wave em from side to side Cause I'm twenty years plus, still k**ing it right This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it's 9.5 You make the earthquake Now when I talk about vibe, what I mean is organic We planting seeds for the trees, we need to breathe on the planet Indeed we really take the planet for granted Bulldoze the granite at Standing Rock We plundered and we wonder why the planet hot Made in His image, are we worshiping the man or not? Get an uncomfortable feeling every time I hear Planet Rock Disappointed in the leadership, hand to God Evidence is more than the images the cameras shot You follow blind faith it make you seem unclean But faith in only evidence of things I've seen Cause information make it harder for us to follow discussions But educated guess beat wild a**umptions Information lead to knowledge, knowledge lead to wisdom Wisdom lead to understanding, once you have all that You start demanding justice Justice is what love look like in public I ain't just writing for it, I'm out here fighting for it (Chorus – NIKO IS) We some real muthaf**kas on the rise Under pressure but over the lies Stand up, hands up close to the skies Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five We some real muthaf**kas on the rise Under pressure but over the lies Stand up, hands up close to the skies Bout to shake the world up on a nine point five (Verse 2 – Sheek Louch) Contemplating, I be hating how we coming up short Filling up court, my skin pigment new black thought Telling me lies, ain't nothing about you moving no pies Fabricating on your Instagram, listen fam you a king But you carry yourself way too Songs I sing is prophesied, modern day Haile Sela**ie Coke bars singing young papi Now, who want this four pound of knowledge I shoot? Still wavy Rolex on, bi**h calling me cute Hands up for some real ni**as, when I rise, you rise Right now I ain't got no more tries Mom's chilling watching over me, no more cries (Verse 3 – Jadakiss) No more tears, right now no more years And we could throw a million protests, no one cares Cause we just get all out of character and throw some chairs Eventually they burn us out and tell us go somewhere But the love is too genuine and wholesome here That's why the light ain't too bright but the road look clear Yea, personally I got my bread as a crook But once I finish with the work I dip my head in a book There's room in the bed, in fact the head or the foot I tell you this, Hip Hop ain't as dead as it looks Naw, diversions to cover up the lies We some real muthaf**kas on the rise (Chorus – NIKO IS) We some real muthaf**kas on the rise Under pressure but over the lies Stand up, hands up close to the skies Bout to shake the world up on a nine point five We some real muthaf**kas on the rise Under pressure but over the lies Stand up, hands up close to the skies Bout to shake the world up on a nine point five (Verse 4 – Styles P) As time goes by, an eye for an eye You won't hear a teardrop when a young child cries Made in God's image but tell me Deceiving, is it racism in the sky? I believe in God, but Yea I got my third eye, wish I had my third ear Seven since I got my sixth sense in third year On a highway to hell, learn how to swerve fear It's deep talk or street talk It's war talk or it's peace talk Get the hemp paper, tear the leaf off Spoke like you woke but you acting all sleep dog The wolves give a f**k about sheep talk The rich give a f**k about cheap talk How figuring angles, ways to knock the beat off This is Satan's house but we planning to break the lease off Me and Kweli on the rise Ghost, but you see some Ali in his eyes Pressure bust pipes but it still makes diamonds Shining, see the silver lining in the sky I don't ride waves cause I'm my own tide Learn to be peaceful…my own Ego…to take the strong out Know hard work, took the long route And I could do it two more times Or matter of fact, a few more times Tell your favorite emcee to make a few more rhymes Then meet us on the Seven tour We got k** em lyrically, what he bring his weapons for? Hands up, stand up, what you think we repping for? We some real muthaf**kas, don't you know that? Lyrically, you gon get this picture like a Kodak