Madlib - Over the Counter lyrics

[Intro] Hahaaah Uh, uh, yeah feel that for a second I ain't even gon say sh** for a couple of seconds Gonna let you feel that for a second It's Madlib like Yeah, what you know about that? The era of the bullsh** is over It's the year of the Blacksmith Kweli, aiyyo, aiyyo [Verse 1] Aiyyo, we need some new leaders Politicians is lying, now artists is true divas They meant to deceive us, they were sent to defeat us Everybody in here shot his peers through the speakers Guerrilla tactics, I'mma find a weapon, drop a rhyme or Find a session, give you a final lesson in your final seconds Liberation ain't the illest vinyl pressing? Yeah right, and the government ain't lying about 9/11 Find me repping Brooklyn on the daily, what the dealy? Questioning my teachers like "Oh, really?" so they feel me Based on fraudulent facts as they practice like O'Reilly Making me a hero for the cla** to come behind me It's collusive like your newest sneakers, ain't you glad you waited? This year I graduated, y'all n***as is super seniors Stay getting left behind, this the year of the Blacksmith Liberation clearly a cla**ic [Hook (X2)] People want to live it up, what, what's your drug of choice? What, what, give it up, what, let me hook it up Over the counter intelligence got ya hooked You's a goner when I'm on the corner selling it [Verse 2] Cats after the pot of gold like the luck of the Irish I don't f** with silly broads, I only f** with the flyest What they saying, stop playing, they delaying the plane Usually I'm late and they saying my name over the loud speaker (Talib Kweli) The turbulence will make you find Jesus I took a train from Brussels to Antwerp, the cops find pieces Don't get it twisted, London got dime pieces We stopping in Amsterdam for top of the line reefers Trying to get to Egypt for the pyramids in Giza Got me tripping like Cameron Diaz in Tanzania A family guy -- I'm not Brian, Stewie, or Peter I'm using poetic licence like onomatopoeia Headed to Philadelphia, I'm yelling out "Free Mumia" CDs selling like nuclear weapons in North Korea Madlib, Talib Kweli, we off the meter To start a fight, I'm coursing your life, the talk is cheaper [Hook (X2)] [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah This the Liberation, rhyming is my occupation Occupation of a nation, drop the population From creating self-esteem, plus the stream of consciousness When I got it into being I helped to free the populace Bred to black, green to black is wrapped around a magazine Under pressure said the freshman at Cheshire academy Kicked out of Brooklyn Tech, focusing on looking fresh Bright kid accepted to the schools that only took the best Bounce like a check, yes, without no hesitation I went to college, then I left, that's when I got my education Still live my regrets, now how ill would I be with a degree? Use would just a piece of paper to me, a receipt One day I might go back, sh**, who am I kidding? How can I live a stupid decision? Get used to the prison that I built for myself It's all real, true in lividness so I rap to put food in the kitchen, c'mon [Hook (X2)] Feel the man, the Liberation