Talib Kweli - Flash Gordon lyrics

[Talib speaking] Yeah Kweli in the house Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know? Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh [Verse] Make a joy for noise until the lord people are floored Cause the pen is mightier than the sword Leavin' the floor Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue ma**age I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like a fisherman's rod I'm on mission for God he blessed me to spit it this hard A lot of n***as start sh** but they don't finish the job I'm like Minister Farrakhan or Africans who finished a marathon The pain in my voice is like Sarah Vaughn No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on Even if the dawn lit overhead I carry on Like Flash Gordon the Scar on my Face is Brad Jordan Pa**ports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in I want to cash all in Or I start breakin' like gla** jaw I put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin' Or fast forward just to catch what I said Yo I say some sh** like that just to mess with your head, come on [Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rappin' till they pay us, is that real? We got babies We got bills Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it up (work it up) Sweat it out I don't know If you know My history I do it big Like Notorious did Get on and play like this according to kid Gangster like knock out Ned like Little Zane slayed all on his wiz Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six J-Lo, yo Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo [Hook] I don't know If you know My history you don't know me Choke the game till it's blue like a varicose vein And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain And the whole sh** blew up Was it in vain? They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane The music got everyone crazy and who to blame Be prepared think there'll be some ugliness up in here End up in intensive care with the vegetables there, you know? [Chorus] It's the black hand bustin' the tech Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat Swingin' for the upper deck It's the black man cuttin' a check The n******g's the boss The n******gs want to test if they addicted to laws I spit on the floor The right hook will get at your jaw Make the track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw I rap through: Wars and tours and who*es on the floors I did it for force So I spit at all the sh** that I saw I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes The ones who smokin' c**aine so they don't f** up they nose I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havana Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera From the land of the Alabama since the night in the Cali Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally Out the back of yo' Dinnali give you the skinny like Ally McBeal It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?! [Chorus]