Talib Kweli - Manage Your Anger lyrics

[Intro] [Talib talking] Yeah, this is some sh** you can set sh** off to (Get familiar) Get familiar with that. {gun shots} Talib Kweli, Clinton Sparks. It's Anger Management y'all You see, the tour ain't comin' to Brooklyn So it's my job to bring Brooklyn to the tour. Yeah [Verse One] We're gon' show you how to manage your anger Before you do damage to a neighbor or a stranger with the banger banger Mayday mayday, danger danger A lot of these rappers in the closet like wire hangers It's '05, summertime, gettin' scarier and scarier Drug dealer's business still control America The block to the boardroom, a tomb to the courtroom We find dope, we smoke, we shoot and snort too Fiends, come for more coke like free refills Around the way, they move enough white to make ski hills Whiter than the cast of One Tree Hill, we ill We got angels in Heaven all jealous of our free will Look at 'em, they ain't got no respect for what He created They live life, get to go to paradise and don't appreciate it But they don't know this life is Hell on Earth For what it's worth, it ain't about the ideas but who ? (Clinton Sparks) Some will rap between a rock and a hard place Torn between spirituality and the lifestyles to partake in Trust, my adrenaline rush like a car chase Flames bust out the neck when I'm speedin' up my heart rate Tryin' to find a dark place for me to pull my songs out of Inspiration based on things I ain't proud of I could rap about faith and repentance But then it's me shoutin' out, "Message" like I'm Keenen in Don't Be A Menace "Ain't don't nobody wanna heart that sh**." So said the p**y n***a at the label who be scared to go near that sh** But it's cool I don't depend on them to make me a star And they scared cause what I spit will expose a fake n***a's heart Now here's a bar {crashing noise} Let me tell you what's gangsta When you doin' God's work cause it needs to be done, not for the thank yous Let me tell you what's thugged out When you show n***as how to get paid without goin' the drug route Let me tell you what's hard Breakin' the cycle that got our sons and brothers fillin' up the prison yards Let me tell you what's real When n***as say what they feel And that'll eliminate most of these n***as with the record deals I hurt your feelings, it took longer than you expect to heal The beef is fake, imagine how soldiers in the desert feel I'm like a veteran with special sk** Comin' from the home of the original gunn clapperz like Tek & Steele Cut sh** out, ? feel Spit so hot that the flesh will peel [Outro] [Talib talking] Haha. Clinton Sparks. Anger Management. Let's go