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Talib Kweli - Human Mic (2013)

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Talib Kweli - Human Mic lyrics


[Verse 1]
I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit
Who graduated from stabbing and grabbing a biscuit
It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
When there's no power it go sour
I seen 'em crossing a bridge by the masses,
Covered in the ashes of both towers.
Native New Yorker the way that we talk
Make him an offer that you can't refuse
Come back later on after you thought it over
Look out for shooters that we’re popping up at the opera
The popular, daughters paying for the sins of the god father.
Popular music got ‘em confusing killers and artists
I kill it the hardest. Competition dearly departed.
They feeling some sort of way 'cuz my flow revealing the garbage
I'm making 'em throw it up. You just making the people vomit.
When it comes to this rhymin' I’m a legend like Tutankhamun,
Or the Chupacabra, the way I weave it together and tie the knot up.
Made a macramé of macabre, you daquiri with a shot of,
The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink,
Throw it back, cognac, I'm the best, you know that
You can have your own opinion, but not your own facts.
On track as the most prolific ever, the most consistently,
Viciously off the rip, we be rippin' it like a shredder
Some symphony hall shit, gettin' higher than your falsetto,
Getting better. Drop a pearl every jam like Eddie Vedder.
Very fed up with self appoint and preserved us with past errors
Who never seen their reflection when they’re walking past mirrors.
They got bitten and now they smitten with the taste of blood,
They take enough drugs for the sleepin' they weepin' and fuckin' they make-up up
I raise the bar and the waiters up,
All this hate is just confused unadulterated love
The eyes are the window to the souls and my shades is up,
Advocate for artists, regardless cause I got faith in us.
For the workers who don’t get paid enough
Take the bus, hands way too rough for the paper cuts.
As far as they’re concerned food on the table's the only way to love
It takes a slum village to raise a child, you got to raise it up.
Raise it up, raise it up,raise it up, take it up, take it up.


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