[Talib Kweli]

These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government

Don't matter if you independent, democrat or republican

Niggaz politickin the street, get into beef

Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief

With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo' seat

Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never passin in your sleep

like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole plan

to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land

The future of your whole fam' hang in the balance

You the king, and your block is the palace

Y'all niggaz is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable

Keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two

Get mad, who the fuck are you? What you gonna do?

Exactly what I thought - NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin

you the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you can't be in

My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian



{*scratched* ";Let's stop right here for an amen and a right on";}

{";So you think that I'm a fool...";}

{";Amen, right on...";}



Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap



[T] It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife

Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight

[K] Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light

When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife



[Talib Kweli]

Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin

Chicks gettin money is still ghetto

Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto

Your team let the metal burst before you take an L

you raised in hell, let the dust settle first

Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent

Shit happens huh, a man's respected by his actions

It's the karma of the street, you try to meet