Talib Kweli - Chips lyrics

[Talib:] Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul? We 100 on the road, 100 at home Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip We ain’t going back without that chip We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip We ain’t coming back without that chip You got next, we got forever, join the list Fresh from the lab like I got the cure Nothing but the pure for the world to hear It’s like gravity ’cause it pulled us here Red carpet, world premiere Cinematic, they know the score Instant cla**ic, tour de force I paid the price, I know the course I shake the dice, I know the toss It’s simple really but you know it’s deep When the angel and the devil on the shoulder speak Two voices, two choices Prepare for war or go in peace They don’t believe I’m touring overseas “Nah, he don’t even rap about c**a leaves” Think globally not locally You ain’t woke as me, n***a go to sleep Thank God I’m back, this ain’t hard in fact This target practice, red beams Standing up ’cause I’m man enough And then turn her on like wet dreams You can’t wet it up, you can step it up You ain’t catching up with my [?] dream And I’m going too fast, [?] Why you showing yo a**, this ain’t s** scenes They ain’t built to last, they bust quicker Fast talking like tongue twister These young spitters can’t f** with us Pardon my French like I tongue kissed her Back in the day they used to hunt n***as And they hung n***as for being [?] n***as Now the guns are spittin’ when the hunger hit us These young n***as like come and get us Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul? We 100 on the road, 100 at home Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip [Waka Flocka Flame:] Waka! Waka! Waka! Flocka! Flocka! Flocka! Flame! f** that sh**, this is quality trap Y’all really thought I could hardly rap Better watch ya front, better guard ya back Every muf**in’ bar is a heart attack Better work out hard, watch your cardiac Wear my shawty at, where my 40 at My sh** a event, you sh** a show n***a I could still get a brick for the low n***a I could still put dick in ya hoe And I’d rather die rich than live po’ oh Busta bust better give me some mo’ We gon’ hit a lick then [?] I’ma sell again one minute ago I don’t give a f** if you friendly or foe I need the ring, gimme the ring I don’t diss rappers, get in the ring Sit in the clink before I ever sing You see me winning, chips with my team Real sh** you gotta deal with Better check the torch, we still lit “Flocka who you wanna get a mil with?” n***as I ain’t used to have a meal with I’m enlightened now, they frightened now So excited, you like it, then bite the style They did it before, they’ll do it again I’m a motion picture, let the movie begin Scared to hit n***as, they’ll sue me again Got platinum plaques, I’m a truly gem I’m a rudeboy, roll the doobie again Forward marching, we moving in Flocka! [Talib:] Flatbush to Abbey Road, who got that soul? We 100 on the road, 100 at home Rose from the ruins like a Pac poem We ain’t going back to the Brook without the chip We ain’t going back without that chip We ain’t coming back to the Brook without that chip We ain’t coming back without that chip You got next, we got forever, join the list