Talib Kweli - 5 AM in Brooklyn lyrics

[Intro] Y'all n***as soft, b, y'all n***as soft, b, you're spoiled Used to be you had to go look for your hip-hop Now it's served to you on a silver f**ing platter Now y'all n***as overly concerned with how a n***a look What a n***a wear, who a n***a f** That's soft sh**, b What part of the game is that? Aye But I love these n***as I approach all my n***as with love, man I approach all these n***as with love, man Yeah Why? Why? [Verse] Love never fails, f** your fairy tales I'm never scared, plus I do this rap sh** very well I aim to let my sh** bang, turn the levels up Party over for you n***as, time to settle up All of a sudden y'all wanna know my opinion But a n***a been official I'm holding down my position Looking for the answers, ain't no solution, there's not a problem They tryna turn up, my catalogue speaks volumes When I say I'm a man of the people I really mean it I don't just mean the people that I agree with Now I could probably use some tact and some proper diction But that's why I'm an artist, not a politician And that's why I'm the hardest regardless If you think I'm a Prisoner of Conscious I illicit certain responses To make me the poorest choice to be backed by a corporate sponsor So I'm independent as f** and my Company Flow gets Rawkus Sometimes I get exhausted, there ain't no rest for the weary I never forfeit, I'm ill until the coffin It's lower than to the ground they say the lion left a pawprint Body of work is so vast, so enormous Y'all n***as ain't about sh**, get your mouth split Blood dripping all out your lip, on your outfit Talking all that loud sh**, I'm thorough as you say you are n***as twist your words so I gotta watch what I say on blogs These n***as leaving comments, but they scared to at me Put in the work that I put in and then holla at me I got love for every artist, I'm more than just a product I've been a prisoner, see Mumia, I've been to Cuba to see Assata Way before Mr. and Mrs. Carter went on a dinner date I had to send the lyrics ahead of time before I hit the stage So scrutiny is not new to me I just usually Only respect the opinion of those suggesting unity Love hip-hop, stop it I don't believe you And loving hip-hop don't got nothing to do with either Caught up in the gossip and rumors you not consuming So I'm sh**ting on these n***as like Revenge of Montezuma If you demand it trust the market will supply it They complain about the music, but they never f**ing buy it I kinda get it though, we asking them to cop it And they probably like, “Why? You waking up in a new Bugatti” Shout to Future, this for my chicks who rocking the Scotts with the poodle And party like Adam Scott on Hulu Set to wake these n***as up like co*k-a-doodle-doo ‘Cause my spit more ludicrous than Shaka Zulu These pseudo-intellectual metros**uals try to confuse you And knock you off your schedule putting d**h on a pedestal But rhyming describes the times that ricin was sent to federal buildings By cowards capitalizing on our confusion Now we trapped in speculation the caterpillar the bu*terfly Who get blinded by the light while they stripping us of our rights I'm not giving up on the fight or set ‘em up with the left Then knock ‘em out with the right I be rocking the sh** for life, yeah [Outro] Prisoner of Conscious Javotti Media 5 AM in Brooklyn