[00:00.00] 作词 : Talib Kweli/Tsidi Ibrahim/Keith Elam
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Talib Kweli/Tsidi Ibrahim/Keith Elam
[00:21.96](feat. Jean Grae , Talib Kweli)
[00:26.13][Chorus: x2]
[00:31.11]Power, money and influence
[00:33.15]I had a taste of it, now I'm all into it
[00:36.03]The game ain't over 'till I get my share
[00:38.37]'till I have my run, this here is my year
[00:40.68][Jean Grae]
[00:40.92]Man, I'm a tycon, whether in person or slick right on
[00:43.86]Crisp Nikes on, six mother****ers with sick pythons
[00:46.56]Right around your area, face close like a scared
[00:49.35]Straight playin your host, you get ****ed out
[00:51.84]This ain't fluffin a rang, this clip ain't bang
[00:54.27]You sittin lame duck, shittin on the names stuck
[00:56.94]I vow this year, power's mine
[00:58.98]If I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymes
[01:01.68]If I gotta attend jail just to boost up the sales
[01:04.08]I know a laber owner that I'd love to bruise up for bail
[01:06.63]I know my family got it, they pull together but it's amniotic
[01:09.90]I mean baby like askin for a name spot it
[01:12.21]The talent, the influental and erotic
[01:14.46]Put on the back burner but potential as a parent
[01:17.04]Every track is a murder but could treat it like lobonic
[01:19.50]The play that graze here, now MC's in a daze mind
[01:31.47][Chorus]
[01:40.74][Guru]
[01:42.78]In one second flat I tear your whole frame
[01:45.09]Plus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro game
[01:48.21]Got so many ways to end yo glory
[01:50.25]Rub you out, shut you down, then it's end of story
[01:52.98]I'm like Robert Horry with a clutch three
[01:55.11]You can't touch me, the black double oh-seven, mother****er trust me
[01:58.26]Modern day Ali when it comes to the rhyme
[02:00.45]Know how to hold the fort down when they comin for mine
[02:03.24]I'm crafty, I move swift and changeable
[02:05.88]Plus I'm aware, of what jealousy and anger do
[02:08.40]You can't help yourself then you can't help me
[02:10.74]Can't smell what the truth is then you can't smell me
[02:13.41]You can tell a million stories about how gully you are
[02:15.93]Then as soon as you finish, I'm be pullin your card
[02:18.57]I step so courageously, I rap so amazingly
[02:21.27]I guess you could say, that mother****ers slept on me basically
[02:23.91][Chorus x2]
[02:24.54][Talib Kweli]
[02:44.16]Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first time
[02:47.10]Let the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhyme
[02:49.92]Technology make mother****ers lazy, with the pro tools
[02:52.38]Even you could write your verse in the booth like you were Jay-Z
[02:55.08]A Hollywood between reality tv and rap
[02:57.27]Is there ain't no more use for the classically trained actor
[02:59.94]First light bulb ever made is still burnin
[03:02.37]They sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earnin
[03:04.80]Word that mother****ers grow too natural to be a cash crop
[03:07.65]We have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shots
[03:10.35]They walk the street and bring the heat to the apshalts
[03:12.78]Servin, protectin the half, beatin on the half not
[03:15.45]Mother****ers talk greasy in the magazines
[03:17.34]'Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazines
[03:20.28]Havin dreams 'till they ribs got a gat in between
[03:22.59]Passion for cream, make a mother****er wanna splatter your spleen
[03:25.17]That shit is mean
[03:25.80][Chorus x2]