Talib Kweli - Raise the Bar lyrics

(woman: just give me a try!) [Verse 1] (what we gon' do? yeah) We gon' work, we gon' play We gon' lead the way We gon' say everything that we need to say Then get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves away MCs today, it's like they throwin' our seeds away But that ain't for me to say, right? It ain't got to be this way We gon' take charge, make gods out of men We gon' raise bars, show y'all how to win Hit the rally, hit the riot, get the party started Respect the words you herbs, it's the Kwelity artist I solemnly promised the knowledge will demolish your college Admonishes scholars, you acknowledge the dollars (yeah) Want me to payola? Man I don't even know that boy, I'm takin' over Keepin' it fresh like bakin' soda in your fridge I keep Brooklyn like Jamaica so ??? [Hook] That's how it is, "C'est la vie, ooh la la oui oui" Please, excuse my French, n***a ridin' the bench Sayin' "Coach, let me in, yo I know we can win" (woman: just give me a try!) [Verse 2] Yeah I see y'all flossin' like you got sh** on your teeth 'Til I get up on the mixtape and I sh** on your beat Well ever since I came back n***as ain't gettin' no sleep Why beef? NayNay sh** on the street Come on, my words man hit like pure like Cain, ask Abel I got more lines than cokeheads on a gla** table Roll with a thorough crew, everybody follow through Brooklyn where on the street we either swallow you or hollow you You know how my borough do Cats'll pull the ratchet out, start blackin' out off funny style Cats nothin' to laugh about (ha) It's hood politics, the hood economics You get exploited, even your +Daddy-O+ like Stetsasonic Kweli the best alive, my words spray like pestacide You n***as keep on buggin' me When they gonna exercise their right to exit right now And keep it movin'? I'm the solution, n***as shootin' to salute [Hook] [Interlude] B.K. in the house, what you wan' do? L.A. in the house, what you wan' do? BaBOO in the house, what you wan' do? West Coast throw your W [Verse 3] I'm comin' through like MCs are my students and I'm the sensai You need to f** with your boy, f** what your friends say It's like my sh**s are so tight, I need some Ben Gay I like the energy right, they call me feng shui Men pray to their false gods and lost God a while ago And crack up like the ??? No smile, know their inner-child can grow Go out strapped with the calico At a party ready to set it, wetted his throat Had him better to smoke His eyes red and he ready to let go Yo oh, and then the DJ threw it on A n***a like that's my sh**, word is bond [Hook] [Interlude] Yeah, we gon' work, we gon' play We gon' lead the way We gon' say everything that we need to say Then get ghost in the breeze to blow the leaves away MCs today, it's like they throwin' our seeds away But that ain't for me to say, right? It ain't got to be this way We gon' take charge, make gods out of men We gon' raise bars, show y'all how to win {*DJ scratching*}