k**ah Priest - Righteous Talk lyrics

[Intro] (Go ahead motherf**er, sh** I don't know man, this motherf**er First day right, check it out, don't sit on the corner, man We ain't talkin' bout you, we talkin' bout the same thing, man, motherf**er) [k**ah Priest] I wanna see what goin' with the Black Market, I mean Like when I was coming up, it was like, you know Martin, and Malcolm, you know, I'm, I'm, kinda feeling like The Black Market is on that energy, and that type of direction, man [Timbo King] Yeah, basically, that's like, our forefathers right there That generation just guided us to what we is right now So basically, you know, we just moving the unit, knowwhatimean [k**ah Priest] All right, all right. Slow motion. You know it k** me though When you got these brothas out here, talkin' bout They thugs and they gangsta. To me, like Malcolm Like Malcolm, was a gangsta [Timbo King] Yeah, for real [k**ah Priest] Like Huey P. Newton, now that was a gangsta, Timbo You know, you reppin', like how ya'll brothas say Ya'll reppin', ya'll reppin' like that brother? [Timbo King] Yo, we reppin'. Like...yo (Look at old man John right there, man) [k**ah Priest] I just wanna see more life from you, you got alotta music out there Everybody running around talkin' bout, they this Unit, and Knowhatimean, gangsta, and all that, I just wanna see Some more life in the music, for the babies [Timbo King] That's what's it's about, man. We know about that generation right there [k**ah Priest] Check this out brother I mean, not to cut you off, what I'm sayin', I gotta keep it movin' [Timbo King] Yo, you know the saying, it's black people, eat too much grease Cuz every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Robeson Political rebel, rollin' with a, army of bums Homeless, individuals, no government funds Tell Colin Powell, he's forgot where it came from Drug deals turn sour, the bitter taste of money The hood, been hoodwinked, we've been labeled as dummies Education got the youth, like, f** next period Rather slang rocks, that's it, period A rich man, can't walk on the floors of heaven Fahrenheit 9/11, got ya'll callin' your reverend Yeah, I said it's wartime, like we fightin' in Baghdad Women you tryin' to have, I've had that, done bagged that The blood founder, call me Charles Drew You need more that F.O.I., to guard you, when I barge through Producers want to charge 15 g's Comin' into their studios with 15 G.D.'s Bite the bullet, put the hit out on the President's head For all the pain and the bloodshed