Name: Fortfied Live
Duration: 5 min 11 s
Description: Слушайте песню Fortfied Live - Talib Kweli, yasiin bey, Mr. Man онлайн с альбома Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:11. Год выхода - 2015

Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1

Talib Kweli

Space

2000 Seasons

Black Star

Bright As The Stars

Wack Niggaz

Boomerang

Mela Machinko

Ocean Song

7:30

Killer Mike

Tryin To Breathe

Distractions

yasiin bey

Mr. Man

Fortfied Live

Hip-Hop

The highest caliber, make it a night to remember like Shalamar

Then escape to Havana with Assata, do what I gotta

Planes get shot down in Cuban airspace over the water

I got insight, it's a clear case of readin' your aura

As my black men stand in line like a chorus

I'm always takin' shots like a Japanese tourist

Get the picture? Flyer than Keyser Söze, no exposure

I'm sippin' wishin' well water imported from Pluto

That's why my eyes is glassy, so you ain't got to ask me

The interplanetary Illuminati move your body

I trek the stars first, so fuck Kirk, he's Scotty

Now I'm on planet Earth on some other shit

Man, inhabitants of this world be strivin' and strugglin'

Tryna eat food and keep the rights to their publishin', huh

Ghetto red hot, man, that shit is like bubblin'

Can't get no peace 'cause the beast keep troublin'

Youth, they oppose and the blows, they be doublin'

Knifepads is trife and the shots, they be thunderin'

They be givin' me stress and they test my maintenance

Use the sand in the Ummah as my sustenance

Know the style will never lack, melanin's my evidence

In order to be effective, with your words, you must be selective

'Cause showin' and provin' is the prime directive

Movin' those who are outdated with vernaculated thoughts

So, every time I take a turn, MCs take a loss

My point across, I gotta get to where I wanna be

As the wickedest public speaker since '73

Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground

As the physical manifestation of sight and sound

So gather 'round, to hear the profound, brown vomiter

Absorb the sonic energy manifestin' through your monitor

The livin' proof, I make the truth sound clear

Mr. Man and 9 Ether represent right here, check it out

This is once in a lifetime like a Halley's Comet

Yo, we bring it to Medina like the Prophet Muhammad

Speak the fortified live, exhibit level degree

Yo, what's wrong with this picture? Don't it seem bugged?

MCs is high on they supply, sounds like they takin' drugs

Y'all trippin' like mescaline and killin' the feelin' like penicillin

Switchin' to Lionel Rich' and dancin' on the ceilin'

Fuck an internet, coke is it when you online

Smokin' dirty weed, ignorin' the medicinal herbals

So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere and we was gerbils

You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus

Swept under the rug, we turnin' niggas into dust

You done came out of the Earth, what your life worth?

When you get left with what you had on the day of your birth

Yo, it's the super scientifical, high-powered prolifical

Lyrically a miracle, mentally, I'm physical

Massively, I'm critical, verbally invincible

These kids wanna battle but the material's pitiful

Whenever I rhyme, I break it down into syllables

Simply because it's comin' straight out of Brooklyn

It's sounds so outta sight, I got the blind people lookin'

It's Mr. Man, the act, boy, what, you get stolen

I'll cut your ass in half and leave you with a semi-colon

We cold crushin' MCs that's gold rushin' for the cheese

They see a flash in the pan, waitin' for royalties

But kings and queens get overthrown when they grab the microphone

Shootin' videos of homes that they know they'll never own

I guess they cannot work alone, they forever with crew

L's sparkin', steady barkin' 'bout the wildness they do

Posin' in photographs, shot at complimentary angles

Be playin' Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles

Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record the tape

Step in my zone, your spot'll get blown like Watergate

Wait, my blastin' rate is past the state of rappers who procrastinate

Mr. Man is great, so every time I rhyme, I fascinate

Masses hate to have to wait for me to unload

So I flip into my mode of rhyme, long like a road

See, I drop the grace like clumsy waiters drop plates

I got rhymes by the crates to erase the duplicates

'Cause I blow wack rappers out like afros

My shit is so fat, it be stretchin' my asshole

But, heh, that's not the point because I'm better than most

I make MCs wonder like bread, but then bread gets toast

It's like that, Mr. Man, Mos Def, and Kweli

Represent for every single real MC, we don't stop

Yo, yo, yo, this is the mighty Mos Def, come on

Слушайте песню Fortfied Live - Talib Kweli, yasiin bey, Mr. Man онлайн с альбома Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1 в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:11. Год выхода - 2015

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