Talib Kweli & Styles P - Poets & Gangstas lyrics

[Intro] The number 7 is the seeker, the thinker, the searcher of truth. The Seven doesn't take anything at face value, it is always trying to understand the underlying hidden truth. The Seven knows that nothing is exactly as it seems and that reality is often hidden behind illusions [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Welcome to the conscious of the nation on hard beats I rap to my heart beat Keepin' time as my feet hit the concrete These dark streets blacker than the color of charred beef The dark meat falling off like the flesh of a zombie This freedom, that they dangle in front of us like some car keys Snatch it back and peel out like a car thief I'm sharper than shark's teeth They prayin' cause the bars is godly I'm a black star like Marcus Garvey I'm rocking with Styles P, the ghost 'Cause most these rappers is mouthy Firewater got them feening like alkies The streets need a mouthpiece My n***as is just trying to live No I ain't talkin' Sundays on South Beach I'm talkin' some days the fridge is empty as the shelves in Bodegas that only sell weed, coke and cigars with the flavors As far as the neighbors, we at each others throats for the paper The government gangster so people put they hope in a savior, nope [Hook: Talib Kweli] Now that's that sh** that you ain't know that you need The gangstas and the poets, yeah we know what it be Plantin' these fields of reality, we sowin' the seeds There's no games like Atari, cause we not playin' with n***as Now that's that sh** that you ain't know that you need Grow somethin', smoke somethin' cause we rolling the trees I got the ghost as a quarterback, he throw it to me It's no games like Serani, cause we not playin' with n***as [Verse 2: Styles P] Wanna chat with ghost f** a Ouija Only board you need is the engineer's Armageddon and Venom here Lyrical warfare dies if you send 'em here MC graveyard the lyrical pallbearer [?] If I'm there I bet you the Lord hear us Or maybe the angels, maybe a few demons Channel my ancestors when doing my deep breathin' The light from the darkness giving the mic spark With deep soul, deep brain wave and an ice heart Get the weed in the paper and watch how the flight start but You should get away if ever the fight start One love but first blood drawer to get it drawn from me They gon' throw the peace sign but bet you they put the horns to me Yeah I drop science of writing in Orion On the ride with God but he letting me co-pilot Jet until I die if you ever to profile him [Hook: Talib Kweli] Now that's that sh** that you ain't know that you need The gangstas and the poets, yeah we know what it be Plantin' these fields of reality, we sowin' the seeds There's no games like Atari, cause we not playin' with n***as Now that's that sh** that you ain't know that you need Grow somethin', smoke somethin' cause we rolling the trees I got the ghost as a quarterback, he throw it to me It's no games like Serani, cause we not playin' with n***as [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] (n***as) sell their souls to Mephistopheles f** the fourth estate, cause the devil got a monopoly Egyptology the philosophy, f** Socrates How you, possibly stoppin' me when you flow so sloppily? Rappers, try to copy me just to prove they a man to me Just a fan to me, standin' right under the Kweli canopy (it's nice here) Protected from ego and vanity These culture vultures claim they like rap but be acting like Sean Hannity understanding me? [Verse 4: Styles P] Architect the anarchy, insanity Humble but I'm feignin' in vanity Pain bringer to families That boy is a rapper, he dead Understanding me? Protocol call all the pros that be flowin' I'll embarra** them Rollin' down my lane like a bowling ball No-one know nothin', still in awe, I'm a know-it-all Know I k** these rappers, f** if I know 'em y'all Ghost and Kweli this is MC glowing y'all [Hook: Talib Kweli] Now that's that sh** that you ain't know that you need The gangstas and the poets, yeah we know what it be Plantin' these fields of reality, we sowin' the seeds There's no games like Atari, cause we not playin' with n***as Now that's that sh** that you ain't know that you need Grow somethin', smoke somethin' cause we rolling the trees I got the ghost as a quarterback, he throw it to me It's no games like Serani, cause we not playin' with n***as