Talib Kweli - Paradise lyrics
[Produced by The Guild] [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] I'm the paradise architect, you be paralyzed off the rim My heart dark as the blackest pimp, I'm the Cadillac with the tints They try to squint just to see inside, what is it like to be alive I k**ed the track just to see it die, where the CSI? I don't need the game, the game need me Cause they got more defects than the KGB When it's proper for us to reflect you probably gonna deflect The poverty that we see all America like a reject I ain't gotta leak it, you pay attention you peep it You waited for some leader, the truth is never a secret It's gotta be online or a TV for you to see it And even if you see it you never really believe it You ain't never gotta question, if I say it then I mean it Rock the boat like Aaliyah, the flow is gettin' you seasick I die every night then I'm born again like a fetus Get heavenly every week and hit paradise for the weekend [Hook] Every other city that we roam And every day I'm here to grow old What do I call this place I know? Every day is like a country road Everybody sees peace in droves What do we call this place we know? [Verse 2: Wrekonize] I woke up early in the afternoon expecting life to be disaster soon But sun kept me up way past the moon Daily grind halted, scrambled eggs salted My soul catapulted just to greet the high exalted Who keeps my world spinnin' through the gla** ceiling? Some say higher power but I truly have a feeling it's me I keep my eyes locked on the sea For knowing how far I'll go if I just keep bein' free Where you been lately? I been halfway around the planet Tryna learn the language of the lavish, god damnit Risin' with the tide to keep ‘em from going all manic And holding down the fort for family if I so plan it Paradise, gimme a signal from the satellites To broadcast around the bend where it ain't half as nice Me and my people found Zion and packs of rice Come join us for the last supper cause it happens twice [Hook] [Verse 3: Redman] Now my paradise? Pounds of the best bud Everything topless, Hefner Cars, women, before Art Simmons Red was diggin' all in womens skins like Dexter Yessir, I'm gettin' better Every paragraph is like the staff of team Mayweather Hard work show you paradise Or you can luck up and get a paradise from a pair of dice Legalize it, lightin' the Isaac Hayes f** chokin' when you hit it girl, you need the Heimlich Timeless lyrics for art, thou, I'm your highness You can touch the sky by hearing these airliners I'm a poster child for being so endowed Women treat me like a court case, blow trial Slam the hammer, I've been acquitted Car sick, and I've been admitted Redman and DJ EFN on your FM The cheques in, then this another job for the X-Men Create my paradise of life goals Keep the hot nine on me like Ebro, n***a [Hook]