Holy Moly (Amended Version)-Talib Kweli

歌手 : Talib Kweli

专辑 : Eardrum

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:08

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TXT Holy Moly (Amended Version)-Talib Kweli 文本歌词

Holy Moly (Amended Version) - Talib Kweli

Yeah as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn

My pops was a DJ he had a bunch of records

Funk jazz rhythm and blues soul you know what I'm sayin'

There was this one gospel record I liked like like

Like holy moly I might get some religion and leave you holy holy

Yeah this rhyme is so fat it's roly poly

I give you intimate details so you can get to know me

These corporate rappers like "Why this dude pickin' on me "

You rap your way to the top but now it's gettin' lonely

Kids is hungry and you lookin' like a steak from Nick & Tony's

But don't nobody want your jewels 'cause your sh*t is phony

Say word Your sh*t is real Damn your sh*t is corny

Rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley

And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe

Rest in peace to Harold Hunter the greatest from New York

Started out skatin' for Zoo York word

Hangin' out at The Gavin I was very lucky

To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley

Got him on respiration that's pre-Badu

Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo

Sometimes I feel like I'm drownin' I gotta tread water

Head above the water I always remember headquarters

Heads up eyes open I got my mind focused

I find hope inside a line my rhymes define opus

Sometimes hopeless people fill my thoughts with evil

My record so hard it broke the needle

At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don't give a f**k though

And disrespect the legacy of Justo

What the blood claat No let the blood flow

You ain't come to pay your respect then what you come fo'

Too many good niggaz die it's like a stop loss

Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce

How you hard The cops lettin' 50 shots off

Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat

You are not Short you are not Katt

You're not a player or a pimp money stop that

Learn to master your speech and be eloquent

Rappers keep peddlin' sweets the beats weaker than gelatin

We used to kick up dust now we settlin'

Rest in peace to Dilla Weldon we can't forget you

Professor X and Proof we miss you word

Rest in peace to Shaka 21 gun salute

In the air like blak blak blak

You're still here 'cause you're livin' through me

You're like a gift God has given to me what