[Produced by Hi-Tek] [Intro: Talib Kweli] Yeah man So I start looking out the window I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store Where the f** are you taking me? [Hook: Talib Kweli] We bout to twist it up We bout to lift it up We never givin' up The startin' salary, it's hard reality Find solidarity We got our leaders too but where they lead us to? Do they leave us or they see it through? Yeah we packin' precious metals Our sh** is next level We raise the threat level (?) [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Every ghetto, every city, like (?) They way too used to the mis (?) How to concentrate, how to sit still Murder rate permanent place in the top 10 We live here, these hipsters drop in You hear them barrels co*kin' They say consciousness mean we ain't rugged Until you get beat within an inch of it Self made dudes don't get discovered They actin' like you owe 'em somethin' Homie I don't owe you nothin' f** your beef It's way too early in the mornin' for the hate You ain't brush your teeth yet n***a And your toast ain't bu*tered A perfect storm and the coast is flooded First discovered and my flow got A (?) stuttered [Hook 2: Talib Kweli] I'm good walkin' in every ghetto around the world The hood often embrace ya when you profound with words I say the sh** they relate to, I keep it down to Earth Other rappers sound like they hate you, them n***as sound absurd So when they walk through the ghetto, they get their chain snatched They gotta talk to the ghetto to get their chain back It's like an open air prison and it remain packed Nothin' but straight facts [Verse 2: Rapsody] Any vibe for the people by the people Ya-ya, giddy up Who got the juice now? Snatch it out your kitty's (?) Gave us watered down This one for Basquiat They be brushin' with d**h, uh Is this the art of war for cops? We double-dutchin' duckin' shots Every home ain't got a Pops Every man ain't sellin' rocks A different will to win here Different from switchin' cars They pray that we switch our bars To a fiend from a metaphor Worldstar, Worldstar Lotta love and this life hard Got us prayin' like "oh God" Illegally thievery think (?) easily Frustrated we hate it That's why we scream out n***a we made it It's an odd future they ain't know we was all some creators Somethin' from nothin' Was told Kings walk and man you frontin' For the people and by the people but them over money I'm on my Viola Davis here, workin' for justice How you get away with murder? Be a cop and just k** us How we supposed to not catch feelin's? Innocent lives, boy we got kids in these buildin's I'm on my Viola Davis, it's what you call a defense For all the drama they gave us I'm spittin' Shonda Rhimes with Too high for you like ganja And (?) with You still blacker than Hamptons Still black and be rich Spread lovin' just the Brooklyn way, it's universal 360 and the nine lives, woah [Hook: Talib Kweli] We bout to live it up We bout to give it up We bout to twist it up The startin' salary, it's hard reality Find solidarity We got our leaders too but do they leave us? Or they lead us and they see it through?