Crossfire Lyrics - Talib Kweli

[Blacksmith] 

SMAS You already know: 

You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth 

You ain't tight and shouldn't utter a word 

Your arts absolutely absurd 

I'm precise and you can't compare to me and shine dead right 

Get ready to be turned you into food for fishes 

And leave behind upset crying senior citizens 

Crying on the shit again 

Shotgun Charlemagne 

The boss still open souled drink with a steady hand 

It's all free 

No need for membership 

Premium businessmen believe me it's blacksmith 

Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a battle axe 

Swell up your membrane 

Then kick a battle rap 

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[Talib Kweli] 

You lost your voice and 

Come down with battleaxe 

That ain't real rap 

You're broke back with your saddle axe 

SAS klack-klack-klack 

Bodies in a black bag 

Thinking about the punk rock shit like Black Flag 

Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well 

Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell 

Plots so funky 

Got your nose runny like blow junkie 

Blacksmith people never go hungry 

Rappers flow so crummy 

I get the sisters and the snow bunnies buyin' up the tickets 

Give us your money 

Oh for sure money 

It's the gentlemen 

Charm rapping rotten pieces like an attack on Eminem 

Star wars steady its a classic 

Light up backward and then 

Ash it before you pass it 

You know how to hash get 

On the side where the greener grass is 

Gotta up on the shape glasses 

Niggas get blasted 

Handing out cash's 

And caskets gotta bake bread like the basket 

Bastards! 

Rappers can't outlast the masters 

Press it up and spin up the waxes 

Put the needle on the plastic 

Blacksmith 

Roll another blunt for these actors 

Cuz imma put fear in the factor 

Clack ya 

Agony! 

Niggas gotta pay for the ecstasy 

Especially when I cook it up with the cocaine 

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[Young Tre] 

Battleaxe heavy 

We stack Betty on rapid 

So much coke on my track remind of Aspen 

2 white bitches they alkaseltzer and aspirin 

Rolls rolls outlastin' 

KC niggas slash and mister murder every tray 

Not a rap democrat 

More like rapublican 

Rap rap como sta? 

Money keep comin in 

Only time I had my back was who had love for em 

You ain't no love for em 

You ain't no love for em 

I'm running up and dumpin' em 

Poppin' em and truckin' em 

Only gets em mad 

I'm younger than Donald Trumpin' em 

Getting em made 

In a sense ridiculous and not really stoppin' em 

Basically from LA 

We take game like really 

Do a show and grab some hoes and take em to tele 

Young Tre nice I'm the youngest in charge 

Nigga violate our squad you meeting the law 

[Prevail] 

Check my battleaxe 

Just like a Wu-Tang sword 

I run the blade against your throat like you was Harrison Ford 

You girl got'em, worldwide 

I've been to Paris on tour 

From the Eifel tower my rifle power make you contort 

This is a contact sport 

No coaches or referees 

Im hotter than Cali's death valley bolders and bleach 

My posse cut up I chop it up like I was a butcher and beef 

Boondocks ain't my boombox 

Beats like a priest