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Yeah

No sleep til Brooklyn

Khrysis on the board with the heat son

Kweli

Yeah

Let's get em

Son

Come on son

Yuh yeah I'm on one

Son

Come on son

I I I'm on one

Son

Come on son

Yuh yeah I'm on one

Son

Come on son

This that crack must be what you using if you challenge me

You sniffing on that white girl the Valerie's the Natalie's the Mallory's

Got you sweating like you losing calories

Battle me? You confuse illusion with reality

Back up off me you had your glory

Man I never seen a sadder story

Blame yourself you mad at me you mad at Cory

I left the maze you still the white mice in the laboratory

Don't test the brain son I'm quite nice at Scattergories

Metaphors and allegories speaking at your colleges

Pathologies I keepin gettin promises I promised this

The rhyme'll leave you bloody as first responders get

You hear em coming with the sirens and titans like Kurt Vonnegut

The appetite for dominance rival that of the Ottoman

Phenomenon I'll eat you after dark like this was Ramadan

Ain't no patience for the wack MC

This ain't World Star homie this VladTV

Stop posing for the camera I'm showing all you amateurs

Life is a bitch its how you handle her

You let the chips drop let em fall where they may

This an everyday struggle like Notorious say

Son

Come on son

Yuh yeah I'm on one

Come on son

I I I

I got the recipe for rest in peace

I never ran but I'm looking so presidential

I still command you to arrest the chief rebellion is my specialty

While the mad cows convince you to they rest in beef

I lay this game without a referee so there ain't no official

So even Too Short couldn't blow the whistle

Oh yeah I flow a little you might a heard of me

Producers got restraining orders I murder beats

State of emergency like Dudus Coke you hate it but you love it though

We smoke roll one up a double dutch but I ain't jumping rope

My gutter flow ice cold like the love below

Bring the hood right into your bungalow

Teach you how to start ironically bionic Lee Majors

Now you can do us a favor and stop your hoonish behavior

You rudest Judas who was an intruder truly a hater

Stab your neighbor in the back you'll do anything to be famous

Stop posing for the camera I'm showing all you amateurs

Life is a bitch its how you handle her

You let the chips drop let em fall where they may

This an everyday struggle like Notorious say

Son

Come on son

Yuh yeah I'm on one

Come on son

Yuh yeah I'm on one

[Adlibs out ]

Talib Kweli - I'm On One – текст


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