Talib Kweli - Radio Silence lyrics

[Intro: Talib Kweli] I know, we back We home, let’s go I know, we back We home, let’s go [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Check it out Born this way, the universe wasn’t formed in a day Praise the lord and pray, we the children of God Better learn how to walk this way Try to walk with faith, but it’s hard What more could I say? I feel I’m cursed, so I talk this way Gotta write what I’m livin’ in graffiti It’s the hood hieroglyphics So I’m lookin’ for a wall to spray You could picture me rollin’ You could picture me holdin’ You could never picture me foldin’ Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man Kiss my entire colon Great mind, even though the legacy is stolen It’s all for the silver and gold You can tell you in the ghetto from the litter in the road Man this middle-of-the-road sh** really getting old Which one is the Real You? I don’t know it’s still you How can I tell if you under a spell Did the Fake You k** you? Better pa** the mic in the afterlife If so let me spit flows Good enough to offer to God as a sacrifice Born again like I pa**ed away Castigated for being honest Caught bail like a Castaway Because I feel like I’m swimmin’ on an island When I’m gettin’ introspective: that’s radio silence When I’m f**in’ up program directives: that’s radio violence [Chorus: Amber Coffman] You were the one who wants to slow me down I’m a criminal when you’re around What makes me think you would love me? What makes you want to attack me? [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Born this way, woke up like this The midpoint between science and religion Is tryna find out what the meaning of life is October 3rd, ‘75, my birth is a blessing Ain’t no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better I live on the edge, I’ll send you a postcard f** a phone, I got a chip on my neck that’s a close call Turn the lights off, see how we glow in the dark Or we growin’ apart or tryna survive the flood like we in Noah’s Ark We battin’ down the hatchets and we set sail Tryna get far away from inhalin’ them chemtrails My intel says they makin’ people out of the stem cells The gun’s our sunflower seed – we love to spit shells When them super soakers get let off it don’t end well I ain’t know you like to get wet, dog, like Denzel They hype it up like marketers, sparklin’ like a fish scale Till’ you chasin’ a high like Captain Ahab after that big whale It’s criminal [Chorus: Amber Coffman] You were the one who wants to slow me down I’m a criminal when you’re around What makes me think you would love me? What makes you want to attack me? [Instrumental break] [Verse 3: Myka 9] Born this way, Capricorn, L.A On the day of January 15 Dr. King his dream torn from a warm womb Formed from the clay existing Shifting from the essence uplifting in the presence Just drifting, gifting through this mortal coil With mystic lessons from the sage California spoiled a blessing Blissed up my first breath in outer space I kissed d**h in the face No identity complex, it gets left in its place I’m proud to say no aborted torment to my rejection Miffed, dismayed, and somewhat befuddled I struggled to hustle and come up when the blood corpuscle boils I’m pressin’ issues, its business that’s mixed with pleasure It’s plizness to play and get paid During this clone war for dna You should know more about the donors confessing my dulah from prenatal I’m off fire, water, elixir of liquor, with soft or hard core d** in my system Sicker desire to be delivered wisdom Pour black white s**y texture of lovers like jungle fever Wild zebras to make this fetus brother The son of my father, I want to hear my one Shawki And my daughter Aja lecture selections in musical meters In physics you should explore and visit more Exquisite shores and districts, take a breather Believe in your epic eye memory You are descendant of natural leaders extended from before the nephilim Bethlehem, even eden and mu testaments heaven-sent Energy, books, messages read them scriptures Look at the various sizes of giants in Egyptian pictures Stonehenge endured the mathematics of Mayans And megalithic structures evidence frequencies vedas We’re just the latest reproduction created out of pure star dust And made in his image but God is greatest!