Talib Kweli - Broken Anglish lyrics

[Kweli] Alright, we on What time is it? Cuz I don't have my watch set 'bout midnight We about to get into this broken anglish Yo know what I'm saying? Empty pages This language is mad limited Jahson is in the house Crunch Extraordinaire, Talib Kweli, Wanna Battle Put your lighters in the air If you listening to this in your ride right now Honk your horn really f**in loud This is how we do [Crunch] Yo, nickels, dimes heavy turnouts Get sweated like I did a hundred burnouts Your blowing my high, but I still got enough stamina To lyrically smack, whack n***as on camera I get a rush when 20, 30 thou on they feet I get em open like umbrellas in exotic drinks Just think, right now if I was to go seven thirty In an 88 Oldsmobile, ridin dirty Flag down a bootleg let me out on the next street So I can get one of them blazing joints from filthy street cleats Hold me down hun Cuz after work I'm turnin it out These fools like dirty days in the workhouse Landspeed is the label like drinks and coffee tables Flip it back and moving em like 6-inch cables Spike punch, trench coats are dorin gable My voice box on the percussion, stable Sharing my pen is like sharing a needle It ain't ghetto no more cuz they tearing down the Regal All you need is a drop of this you can feed the whole metropolis With a rotwilder pitbull lock on this I get the water out Know doubt time to pull out Time vacate the dime think I'll take the border route Meet me at the duplexes I got certain issues, n***as spend 8, 20's on a pair of gym shoes I got change back from paying all these dues I got rhymes that are just chillin in my fatty tissues [Kweli] Crunch I know the 'natti with you Brooklyn hold it down Peep how we terrorize these n***as through the sound Wanna Battle compound It's how we do Nobody out there can f** with my crew Jahson, you know what I'm talking about Dante, you know what I'm talking about Main Flow, you know what I'm talking about Hi-Tek, you know what I'm talking about Let's put it down, yo yo yo Wanna Battle Ways of the gun, will bust with you Play it to the bone like grisle I'm straight official Federal like long-prison time Ohio give you Hop on the Jahson track rip it to thisles Like my n***a E-Dub We love the street buzz Cats in the game acting soft like peach fuzz Delete dubs Carry my voice through Queen City With stories that make the horrible seem pretty n***as is Proctor and Gambling with their life I take my anger, handle it and channel it through the mic Spray the area complex, like the inferior one You get when you standing to close to the sun It's like Ra pum pa pum pum beat the drum like a man You get burned really quick trying to enter my atmosphere This ain't practice here, just the money-shot for the game I know I rocked your brain when your honey dropped the name, Kweli That's what you get for asking stupid questions Like who's the best you've ever had Don't be mad, these are sk**s you never had and never will Me and my n***as forever build Before this sh** get too hot you better chill For real, you deal with Kweli and Crunch Extraordinary You ain't heard no sh** like this We pop cherries are virgin ears Remember you heard it hear first Got a taste for blood, quench my thirst with the verse Chorus: [Crunch] It's broken anglish to some n***as Another language For those I gotta break it down for It's called slanguage Kwa, I know Brooklyn with the Natti hold it down Peep how we terrorize n***as through the sound Samples- [It's Gang Starr, got the rhymes by the fist full] Guru [Might be over your head but it's straight from the heart] Kweli [I got rhymes that be strictly for the ghetto] Crunch [Hip-hop is in our hearts and we one mission from the start] Kweli [Crunch] It's going down Cincinnatti and Brooklyn rasp Watch the planet and the sun and the moon collapse Jot it down Got it down, just some hints for y'all Crunch and Talib anglish broken like fibulas Watch y'all inspect it You cats better respect this Some of y'all turn me off like gas and electric This language is for stocking caps and hoodies I blaze and state issues and goodies Red bull lounging on Persian rugs and footies I expected this to turn out harder than my woody Cin the clip Crooklyn the barrel Can't find an anti-dote for these lyrical poison arrows For senoritas mama and papa too old Batman grooving to this dynamic duo Turn it down, the sound too much for y'all How we lace it is just so punctual Show each other our rings, after the emcee superbowl Exploit these ballpoint after I break fools No doubt, fo sho' it's for certain When they get wind of this walls coming down like Berlin You can get enough of this whether you sell crack or working Whether you roller blade, snowboard or surfing [Chorus]