A blind man feels the wickedest taste is exquisite
He can hear me lound and clear and smell fear in the air
Without sight he gains in-sight and lets me see his true self
not what he wants me to precive him to be
Preception is deception
Without the facts you keep guessin
That’s the image in the mirror so we Eternal Reflection
Forever manifestin’ the cleverness in the lesson
Dropin’ with authority with no doubt, no question
Yo my man’s blazin’ more cheeba
Blowin’ out like speakers
Keepin’ y’all open wide like receivers
We rock on shed like light the break of dawn..
And we stand strong like the words in God’s song c’mon
-Talib Kweli
some shells get broke
some keep their wigs closed
some get exposed as little man big pose
some make moves and some stay daydreamers
but everbody seems to want some loot, food amd a beemer
well make mine hunter green with camel insides,
10 percent tips, Mr. Pibb and some french fries
inch by inch I take it closer to the shoulder
but day by day it’s getting harder to stay sober
once again on the edge, head’s inebriated
movement needs motive, it’s easier to be sedated
what makes me mighty and another tiny?
why does my psyche give a damn about whether or not you like me?
if this crime’s right I might be wrong
I grip this mic tight because it’s all I really have a grip on
so let the losers lose and let the players play
the difference is the day to the dust some clay, what
- slug
