Talib Kweli - Godz N The Hood lyrics

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] I throw my 2 cents in Well make it 5 percent then If black man is God then the ghetto must be heaven Under fire, holy war against the races of the devil Or the non-believing atheist that prestrict us to this level Level yard where there's guards or street level Where's there's no cross guards So the children get crossed Get lost get struck by vehicles With no car facts These type of rides can't buy at a car max Self hatred from hatred The process is ancient, ignorance, violence Innocence they take it She once was a higher priestess in a temple so sacred And now anyone can enter, desecrate it We went from pyramids to cribs From Amen-Rah to n***as that be rah rah Grown men continuing the curse A curious case of Benjamin bu*ton Living life in reverse [Hook] Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] Transforming from O-Dog to mo' gods MK Asante with a flow job Create a Mecca in the ghetto what is your Hajj Pilgrimage instilling kids with some no large Mathematics and knowledge what is your prob' Making you dumber than a f**ing door knob Avalanche they brains with white sh** that's a snow job Discovered by little shorties while stealing forties f** you talking about, she move west late fifties Black migration from the south Advance to Louisiana With my grandpa and grandma Granny, 7 sisters, 3 brothers Dream of less discrimination, better education We Cali natives, first generation Watts Towers, wilted flowers A lot of us don't make it to adults subcoming to white power Tattoo on their face, what a young n***a do What about when you're 28 on a job interview My brothers and sisters, followers instead of leaders Rich chicks with a bad attitude , is called a diva But a broke chick with a bad attitude, just called a stupid b**h I'll preach if you insist Consequences and repercussions When the boys turn to men and the self destruction [Hook] [Verse 3: MK Asante] Gods in the hood, trapped in facades in the hood Always getting even cause what's the odds in the hood So we mob, so misunderstood we overstand City of applause clapping like it's Pakistan Rosewood to Rosecrans, young boys on their Conan Freedom or d**h, not a slogan Like the Nature of a Threat ain't a slow jam My elohims off that wet through the badlands Black cinematics, so visual And if it's gods in the ghetto this the ritual Children of the night candlelight the vigil Smoke a L with Ellison now we visible Something out of nothing maximize the minimal Prison Indust' turning Gods to criminals Forcing us to revise these spirituals For your mental reviving our pinnacle [Hook] [Verse 4: Talib Kweli] This the song for those who finish singing People's perception is their lethal weapon You can lead the rebel to the revolution But you can't make him do the shooting I'm schooled in the ways cause the teacher's a cursed at me Indulge in the perks of the job like Nurse Jackie Self medicated I'm writing my own prescription Self preservation I diagnose is my condition Conflicted by these visions of living with my addiction Convicted by religion this planet is heaven's prison This my resurrection invested my breath as eleven risen When you survive and not living You ain't making the best decisions Hardly a role model, I'm quick to stick chicks That's thicker than Coke bottles get wicked with no problems So shallow with my feelings , I'm feeling my soul hollow Said my voices been wanting the people to chose to follow Never gasp I don't feel I'm so special I'm no Mavado Green as avocado These light weighted rappers get faded off of Moscato Mix it with bravado I'm legendary Apollo [Hook]