Talib Kweli - Long Life (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yah Blacksmith, thats the movement that we moving with Ay yo, I got a new name for these n***as this year New name Yah, I call them lullaby a** rappers Cause they rock you to sleep Thats what they trying to do Trying to rock you to sleep They set you up for the fall And then they go in for the k** But you're not rocking me to sleep Who you? [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] You ain't ready for war, you got the wrong weapon Looking for beef, you in the wrong section Disrespect me to my face, you wilin' That's a problem that could escalate to straight violence 'Til we can't wait to get the bangers, but it's never that deep Learn to express your anger, man it's never that deep Whatever, peace, man them carnivores got sharp teeth Police stalk our streets Like animals, that's why we call cops beasts And they stay hungry for dark meat So if your talking 'bout somebody over beats Well then that's just not beef Whats beef? Beef is when your kids hungry as they go to sleep Beef is when tanks is rolling down your street Don't you hate when a n***a got some intellect But say some dumb sh** on the internet Do I forgive him, yes I would never stop and checks you out to get Just because a n***a go to jail don't mean he Malcolm X [Hook (x2): Talib Kweli] I pray you live a long life So when I see you, then I'll show you love on sight Don't get it wrong though, I don't know if they told you Front on me if you want, I will expose you Do what you're told to [Verse 2] Talking, love languages From ghetto corners where love languishes People always asking what your angle is The hustle in my bones caused trouble in the home I document the struggle in the songs Since the cord was Cut from the navel I been able to cut through the fables And the labels, making deals up under the table Leaving careers disabled I turn the tables and resurrect the faithful like baby Jesus It was cut from the stable Watch me rise from the ashes Like the flight of the phoenix Like night for a genius I wish you all could see this Spit it like a young black leader Taxi cab confessions man, run that meter My peoples ain't the only ones either Mexicans, they call'em beaners like the Mind of Mencia Indians, they stole they land and try to ban their casinos Man they don't want us around, but really know that they need us [Hook (x2)] [Verse 3] I'm old school, show respect that I'm supposed to These fake rappers show you love when they approach you They get around they little friends and try to roast you Why they so bitter, hostile, antisocial Proof that Hennessey don't go with Protools Truth, I'm on the fast track you making slow moves I'm having fun with rhyming You stuck with guns and diamonds With empty boats, no one is buying [Hook (x2)]