Tall Black Guy - Spike Lee Was My Hero lyrics

[Hook: Skyzoo] I heard D's from my pillow, right? Made me lean out my window, right? Knew the scene from the get go, right? But Spike Lee was my hero Say you here by any means Tell 'em ditto, uh But Spike Lee was my hero [Verse 1: Skyzoo] For the heroics, capes on to notice Waited for them to show it and traced all of the motives The motive beyond reason to pay us all in the open Like maybe all them below us is waiting for us to throw this If money talks in another kind of slang They hover by it again til you changing all that you've spoken Like "where the speech at?", tell em that you breathe that And sh** is asthmatic the way they hang on the feed back f** em all until they know that you mean that And they're ripping up your drivers side, digging thru your g-pack Talking Hamsterdam and they don't believe that And hanging out my window helped me see that You know the scene, rubbing shoulders with the cast like I wrote the lead sh** I just wrote where we was at and put that over these Bad b**hes want Isabel Marants And we all tryna give them what they want so you know the speed [Hook] [Verse 2: Skyzoo] They said its rules to the sh** Money that should be ours, the pursuance from the get I'm true indeed for a flip I'm due in need of a flip, but as true to me as it is I'm still, truly yours and truthfully for the win I'm still, doing more for you and me off the rip I'm built, by what I saw so usually what it is Is everything that it was, beautifully on the strip Standing underneath an awning and hoping to get a morning I swear they so belonging Of all of these wide bodies and whatever other callings Of all of these Nola Darlings The tug of wars on Strike Dunham and Dap Dunlap The Jesus Shuttlesworths and what it took to become that The phone booth can be where you change or where you pump at My heroes took turns wit who would run that So for all the Pierre Delacroixs, the Man Tans and Sleep-N-Eats And all the money from hand to hands that we can keep [Hook] [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] I live amongst the proud neighbors who bang louder than Al-Qaeda Moving them keys like Cal Tjader for the cheese like Sal's Famous Fiends looking for houses where the rock's probably cooking On the corners we BBQ on the block parties in Brooklyn The birthplace of Jordan, you wore them if you was hard enough f**ing with Nikes, why you think the Spike's so popular? The block is like a prison with night vision they watching us On top of us with binoculars to properly get the drop on us I'm topical like Clockers cause crack k**s They making a movie, but I'm making black films with my rap sk**s They standing on the corners looking vexed, looking stressed Having to stoop to new lows like Brooklyn steps First fight in Fort Greene, got respected in Brooklyn Tech Spike's joint across the street, of course I was looking fresh Now I'm coming for what's mine, the hoarders call it extortion 40 acres and a Porsche with more than 400 horses, yeah! [Hook] [Bridge: Skyzoo] One of the few who had his pops out the whole block Told me never to settle or let the dough stop Leave here with as much as you can hold Sky And point blank 'em if they ever come at yo' tie Made me follow every script that Spike ever wrote So how I write is cuz of them Rightfully so The irony of wanting everything I could be shown But seeing life like a Lee Rightfully so