Artist: Talib Kweli f/ Busta Rhymes, RZA Album: Prisoner of Conscious Song: Rocket Ships Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: RZA] Talib Kweli RZA-RZA-Rector Yo, son, fuck these MC's up real quick Show 'em what time it is, bong~! [Talib Kweli] Yeah, this shit is drugs This shit is drugs RZA razor, RZA razor sharp Hey, movin at the speed of a solution Bleedin in the street as we breathe in the pollution They're sayin that we need a revolution but the passion is reduced to all caps in a computer Hey, every sixteen I make a sick scene Blood splattered all on your shirt like a Miskeen Y'all niggaz trippin like mescaline/mes-c-lun, mixed greens My flow cleaner than the Sistine, pristine! Yea, he goin green like Al Gore with him I make algorithms, that got Malcolm in 'em God's favorite, I'm sick as a doctor's patients We live in a +Cole World+, my job is to +Roc Nations+ My occupation elation, the celebration of rebels Raise the levels of the decibels to flagrant (turn it UP) It's so amazin how we be blazin son, our flowers is the loudest They crowd around us to cower in the shadows of the towers BOY! [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Take a tour where they bake the raw Where the beast so savage that his knuckles gon' scrape the floor I make the call, all the rocket ships takin off John Woo gun music playin when we facin off [Busta Rhymes] Yo, I plastered the nation, cause an evacuation My manifestation got 'em patient from how I keeps it amazin See I'm the reason niggaz need some trainin while I'm inflictin the pain and makin it suitable for any occasion I'm very engagin soon as I'm awakened Quickly back you up and bag your bitch, she remindin me of Sanaa Lathan Rely on the hatin while I'm smilin and waitin That's when I embrace 'em if he try to front you'll be highly mistaken The mightest makin up a classic, alrighty now face it My psyche is ancient and I'm irie so try me I'm patient Sorry I'm lyin, face it, I'm back for the takin I'm urgently givin niggaz the courtesy of smashin they face in "Damn~! Can you cut his mic off?!" See how we got 'em buggin Cause they can't believe what we have in the makin (woo!) Shit's so historic how we goin for it while I bang the nation And we do niggaz greasier than a slab of bacon [Break: Busta] + (woman) {*woman humming while bacon sizzles*} Bitch, you still cookin that pork in this house?! (Damn, what the fuck?) Stop cookin that pork in this damn house! (It's just bacon, okay) The hell goin on in here? (Okay, stop!) [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] These rap niggaz is bitches, nothin but suckas to me Sacrifice myself for the music and let 'em suffer through me Your weak product is nothin to me I only feel +FX+ when I fuck with Louie Yup I get +Buck+ in the studio like I'm Evil Dee Pullin strings like "The Muppet Movie" Shinin my light like Mos callin his mother Umi Who the hottest regardless of who flamin You ain't talkin 'bout the best until you mention my name, yup (Kweli) Who you kiddin? The truest spittin I'll break you like a mirror so it's clearer that we don't believe in superstition These new editions need supervision Thinkin that they can spit it in the booth like me? What are you stupid? Listen I been official, it's beneficial, I'm too consistent I make it plain cause I'm too efficient for euphemisms Stayin in the cut like a new incision I'll put you on your ass like True Religion so give it up for the true and livin [Chorus]