Talib Kweli - Self Savior lyrics

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Talib Kweli - Self Savior lyrics

[Intro] New Chace Infinite, Talib Kweli, yeah Music courtesy of, Maurice 'Mo Betta' Brown Mo Betta, makes it mo' better, yeah [Chorus] Preacher's playing foul in the system now listen now It's more hate in the religious now ain't it foul Gotta be a better way to figure out how to be a self savior plus help my n***az out These pigs playin foul in the system now listen now Every poor person is a n***a now There's gotta be a better way to figure out how to get this paper cause they lockin all my n***az down [Chace Infinite] How do expect to live? Dealin with savages is damagin Somebody gotta lose although you play to win You know these n***az hate, despite the color of your face When I say n***a I'm just speakin on your mental state Life ain't a game if it is I can't participate Maybe I've changed but my mind is in a different state Cause now it seems more like a plan I'm strivin for perfection, so that's where I'll begin Your tallies and peaks and valleys can't describe who I am This music is therapeutic, I define who I am Through the actions I portray as a man - in combination with impressions I leave on people through things that I've said I've had it up to here with the bullsh** So when I rap I sound like I'm in the pulpit Yeah; they say that I be preachin too much But I know that through the music's how you teach it to us It's all real [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] True indeed Chace; they tried to get rid of me (say word) But they can't write me off, I'm not a charity That's a parody right? You kiddin me There really ain't no challenge, my authenticity virtually guarantee me a flawless victory, you kiddin me? I'm lethal, I'm from a people who was forced into captivity Original man, there was often a facsimile I give a little more than your metaphors and wack similes Thousand yard stare, say a prayer for my enemy I'm international, half of these rappers laughable It's tragic how the other half so vaginal They put the style over substance, they counsel bother me My style married my substance and now they livin in harmony But any substance can be abused Especially when the style is so seductive the substance consider leaving you You gotta get back to your essence Use your gifts and share your presence Don't count your dollars 'til you count your blessings [Chorus]

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