Talib Kweli – On Mission lyrics

chanting*in background [Talib*

Kweli] Blaze
one for the Brooklyn crew what Blaze
one for the Cincinnati crew yes, And
for the whole world and, for the whole world Chorus

Yo
Hi-Tek they still sleepin As
a right we still peakin They
still weakin we, adventurous thrill-seekin We
will begin new, ways of freakin it It's
the dawn of the MC who think before he spit On
Mission we, intercept your transmission Bringin
exactly what the fans missin You
bare, witness to the, transition like GIVE
ME THAT MICROPHONE man, listen Yo

I, literally Obliterate
MC's who rhymin pitifully Let's
get it straight like degrees of longitude and latitude Adjust
your position like your attitude Even
cats frontin had to move Now
let's begin while, you testin these better men You
get fucked up like it's your first Friday as freshman Letter
man on the varsity team I, pipe dream Make
they cream freeze like reindeer caught up in high beams Yo
it seems that they sedative like open wounds and I'm lyrically salty All
your shit is faulty watch, me turn jams into revolutionary parties Stoppin
your heart piece while, we write soliloquies wit Sharpies We
stay in the air like aerosol to carry y'all Old
decrepit MC's like Geritol We
men in the mirror y'all your, career is like a metaphor for suffering When
we rush in beat, these niggas like percussion You
ain't touchin nuttin I
give instructions and move on your weak production Drop
that African king shit and the royal flushing Respect
the queen from, straight from BK Stick
like girls' legs when they run the Penn Relay Chorus

"Talib

Kweli it's the Reflection" "Hi-Tek" "When
we livin this shit" "Out of the 7-18 we meet the 51-3" [Talib

Kweli] I
blast through your illsuions Shatterin
your shadow as I snatch the light from you When
I want to confusion, is the conclusion you come to That's
the best you could come up wit When
your brain pattern is scattered and that's why you dropped that dumb shit Click
first when we hit next when I'm dispersing Cursing
me like ham cuz I'm original when you're like the King James version You
need a surgeon to put you back together When
your parts is missin like aquarian gospels We
can get more hostile without PEACE Believe
we balance positivity wit negative Legal
and illegal cuz it's relative If
the law prevent me from being a man then, what's the deal In?
the Hour of Chaos my, microphone's my Black Steel I
grip it wit that sure shot feel Drivin
through your mind Hi-Tek, be on the wheels We
ride up on your heels talkin, back now You
pop more junk than a thane ?or bird Fallin?
flat on your face you, got caught trippin off your words Explain
that simunicy ?You?
oxy-moron pimpled, faced dummy goin through puberty Flippin
late night through cable channels lookin for nudity You're
junior-high what, could you do to me Nuttin
is new to me but I'm still learnin what, Hip-hop

is in our hearts and we On Mission from the start To
leave our mark up on this rock Too
many people is just livin repeat *Chorus*

[Talib

Kweli] Listen
listen huh, man listen We
intercept the transmission Bringin
exactly what you fans missin Hi-Tek
echoes *Uh*
uh Talib, Kweli yo Exactly
what it's supposed to be yo None
of y'all niggas is close to me yo, Step
back before you get your head cracked Yo
steppin in through set back I, never sweat that Aiyyo
my man C Smith is jet-black That's
okay though aiyyo, I
build these niggas up and then I smash em to the ground like Play-Dough And
then I lay low