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Talib Kweli - Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 (Official Music Video) Talib Kweli - Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 (Official Music Video) Download the ringtone at (More) Talib Kweli - Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 (Official Music Video) Download the ringtone at http://SuperDrifting.com Talib Kweli - Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 Lyrics [Intro: singers (Talib)] Deliver us, deliver us (Yeah) Deliver us, deliver us (What? Yeah) [Talib Kweli] And what the people say? We wanna live it up And what the people want? Please deliver us And what the people need? Hey... I got that, yeah [Talib Kweli] I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds What become of the vets? They drugged up, they m**f up, they in debt There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang it's like a club or a set Hip-Hop's the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin disaster Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper? An entertainer or the author of the last chapter We living in these times of love and cholera Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, d**k We still waitin for the Congress to acknowledge this~! [Chorus: Talib Kweli & singers in the background] What the people want? Please deliver us We wanna live it up, please deliver us Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel I'm reaching through the fire - please deliver us I'm preaching to the choir - please deliver us Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow [Talib Kweli] You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your paper up You can't always just borrow and asks for favors bruh Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's stuff Karma's a b*****d so watch your mouth and what you sayin bruh I start a conversation based on general observation Hip-Hop is not a nation, take it to population Niggaz got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan Awaitin trial debatin how the hell I got placed in this system Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination? They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement You hear the congregation; this is the hostile gospel The truth is hard to swallow it'll leave you scarred tomorrow Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato DJs stickin to vinyl like "d********y Serato" Suppliers who ride around the block, in the custom models Ballin like the struck the lotto you know who the cleanest is A nigga keep it reeich with the stitch and greedy geniuses I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker pimp Expose the game, treat it like a b*****d Smack fire out these hoes, cause they snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth You can't trust a soul in the biz, so be careful who you eatin with and sleepin with and also who you chiefin with You never know they might've added in secret ingredients [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Freedom's a road that's seldom traveled, watch hell unravel Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water And not take the hand of every man who make a offer To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this" White kids wishin they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers It's all backwards it's identity crisis The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us Drug suppliers is the health care providers We cakin, makin narcotics outta household products We ain't workin out 'til we exorcise the demons that's inside us Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves Enough dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves It's officially nigga season, these niggaz is bleedin That's why I'm spittin freedom we had enough of trigger squeezin [Chorus] [Outro: singer] In these tryin days and times All I need is to be free I can't do it on my own Lord can you deliver me? There are trials still to come It's salvation that I need So I'm reachin to the sky Lord can you deliver me? Deliver us... Deliver us, yeah Deliver us, ohhhhhhhhhh Oh, deliver us Deliver us Ohhhhh Deliver us yes Deliver us, deliver us, deliver us Yeah yeah yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh... [ad libs to fade] (Less)
A Good Friend - a story. A Good Friend.
Jessie and I were taking about sex the other day. I've known Jessie for (More) A Good Friend.
Jessie and I were taking about sex the other day. I've known Jessie for almost ten years and we've talked about almost everything. He's a handsome fellow accustomed to getting more ass than a toilet seat. Jessie's a good friend. My name is Ed.
It seems Jessie had a new girlfriend. Her name was Maria. They were introduced by a mutual acquaintance one sunny afternoon at a cockfight somewhere in Riverside County. He told me she was beautiful with eyes as dark as sin. Jessie immediately fell in love with Maria. They drank beer all day and ended up getting--it-on in the back of Jessie's primer-colored F-150 pickup. "She was like a strange wild animal." he said.
The next morning, Jessie was accosted in the driveway of the trailer park where he lived by a knife-wielding manic wearing a worn out Hell's Angles jacket.
"Leave Maria alone," warned the knife-wielding maniac wearing a worn out Hell's Angels jacket, "or I cut your balls off and shove em down your throat."
Now Jessie's no stranger to such behavior - but he admitted he was a little shook up. He called and asked if he could borrow my Smith and Wesson M&P 9mm for a little while. I told him sure and had my son run it over to him.
I didn't hear from Jessie for about two weeks. Then one night he called and told me he'd spotted the knife-wielding maniac wearing a worn out Hell's Angels jacket at a seedy little bar on the outskirts of town known as The Library. Apparently he didn't see Jessie. When he left, Jessie followed him out to the parking lot and jammed the muzzle of the Smith and Wesson into his gut.
"You should'a seen the look on his fuckin face," laughed Jessie. "I thought he was gonna shit a brick."
Maria called Jessie later that night. She was very drunk and upset. "Did you have to pull a gun on him?" she cried. Maria was also confused. She couldn't tell if she was more pissed off or turned on. "You better get your ass over here and help me figure this out," she told Jessie
He didn't waste any time -- Jessie jumped in his truck and raced down the street through a couple of stop signs. A cop pulled him over and noticed the loaded pistol Jessie had absentmindedly tossed on the passenger seat. The cop arrested Jessie and charged him as felon in possession of a firearm, reckless driving, and DUI.
Eventually Jessie called and asked me to bail him out. He told me to get Maria and come pick him up. First I drove downtown to the bail bondsman next to the court house. My ex-wife works there. She took one look at me and gave me the stink-eye. "Let me guess," she said sarcastically. "Your friend got himself arrested again, right?" I told her to shut the fuck up and finish the paper work. Then I hit the road, picked up Maria, and we drove down to the county jail.
It took a couple of hours but Jessie finally got released. It was good to see him and I shook is hand - Maria hugged him tightly. We were just about to leave when a cop started talking shit to Maria. The cop said she fit the description of a wanted drug dealer and arrested her on the spot. Maria was being lead away when Jessie turned and shouted, "Don't worry, baby. I'll hook you up with my attorney. "
Jessie never saw Maria again, but he's doing just fine. Jessie and his third wife, Darlene, have reconciled. Darlene is six months pregnant and has moved back into their trailer. Jessie's excited because he reckons there's about a 75% chance the kid is his. I'm really excited too. Jessie's a good friend. I know he'll make a wonderful father. (Less)
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