Låttexter: Talib Kweli. Drugs, Basketball & Rap.

[Talib Kweli]
Yea
Thats what im talkin about
S-A-S, size aint shit, neva dat
Strong Arm Steady, talib kweli
Yea

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]X2
Niggaz gettin caught in the trap
for the cash, it's the drugs basketball or the rap
theres more to us than that
We the shit consider the facts, afta you analyze that
You know you best to fall back
Woah

[Verse: Talib Kweli]
Woah!
I'm dealin wit, nuttin but facts, when I spit it though
You niggas superstitious don't step on the cracks or split the poem
Candle light, flickers so bright, i feel the wick can kick a sicka flow
and spill it like a liquor store, i spit the shit to make a cripple get up and dance
I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants
I spit the shit to make a mothafucka call it a night
I spit the shit to see fuck wit C Delores Tucker sex like
I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute
I play this well to win it, ya go to africa like dave chappelle, you finished
Cause ya prehistoric raps is borin, the number of whack rappers soarin
like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions
these niggas meak they lyrics weak, and they beats is corporate
they try snitchin on records their mouths is leaky faucets
drippin em ova system than, chinese water torture
rippin a series of events, more unfortunate than lemony snicket

CHORUS x2

[Planet Asia]
Yea
medalliance mind, bless the mic for the gods, teach the blind
plus get a piece of mine release ya minds for each design
baby food for thought, rappas not doin it for sport
you do the spork pork eatin niggas of sort
yo yous a fuckface, burnt out loser thats always up late
planet ais the revolutionary slash nut case
a witchcraft black magic, data load up computers
a spread the message wrote to you where when i show illusions
if all yall niggas is killas then how ya write ya records
how'd you find the time stop lyin ya minds infected
theres only a few, and i aint sayin niggas dont put it down from you town
im talkin bout you
yea the fake dude promotin propaganda, and open on some fanna, and out right snitchin on them cameras
planet ais, gold chain black bandanas low
steady gain click clack rang rang der dey go

CHORUS x2

[Phil Da Agony]
Yea
Just a high skip and a jump
away from gettin everything that I could possibly want
and prostitutes front
get a 4 bar on the roster, scratch that
im talkin about a full roster of raps
monstas that rap, buzzed out blatent check the cadence of the frequency
uniquely, we strong arms strategically
easily i twist the cabby killa cali savvy backalleys burnin backwoods in danelis
or
he probably wit kweli, out in bk
we make it easy for the djs, like instant replays
conversation by the buttons, i talk and touch sumpin
straight shots of the luey he flew me out to london
crunchin numbas flippin more dough, like siccisero
next thing you know we kissin ya hoe, wit out the mistletoe
strong arm steady, agony can sig me, phil da rigglies, the big league niggas is droppin indies
les go

CHORUS x2

[Talib Kweli]
Talib kweli, right about now
dis what im feelin right about now
and I invite you all to check it out wit me
Lets go!

S'like,

X2
niggas gettin caught in the trap
For the cash its the drugs basketball or the rap
theres more to us than that
We da shit consider the facts, afta you analyze that
you know you best to fall back
Woah

(Thanks to Jake for these lyrics)