Inner Monologue Lyrics - Gravitas - Talib Kweli

Remember, whatever discipline you're in, whether you're a musician or a photographer, a fine artist or a cartoonist, a writer, a dancer, a singer, a designer — whatever you do, you have one thing that's unique: You have the ability to make art. Sometimes life is hard. Things go wrong — in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art 

This about to be the realest shit you ever heard 

I lynch rappers, got them hanging on my every word 

These bitch rappers be claiming they slinging heavy word 

Really snitch rappers, niggas singing like every bird 

Rich rappers, nah, I don't know them niggas 

Niggas don't get rich rapping, they selling clothes or liquor 

My flow is sicker cause I flow with vigor 

I'm no beginner, peep the whole agenda 

Control my center cause I gravitate with Gravitas 

This my inner monologue 

Burning down your party cause our cocktails is molotov 

My crime mob make you stop, lock and drop, don't get wollywop'd 

Actually battery in my back like a copper top 

Got it popping, started on the B-side of Body Rock 

Direct to fan, I'm running my shop like my mom and pop 

Modern day slavery today to be an artist, watch 

They treat them like a product and try to mount like a hot 'n tot 

Molly pop, niggas not caring if they body rot 

Partying like Mardi Gras, get the cream like Häagen-Dazs 

Golly gosh, this is Utopia, cornucopia 

I'm known to start revolts against the Romans like Zenobia 

Hoping to keep coping copious amounts of opiates 

Tried to start a union, but they blocked me like a Soviet 

I hope they get it, I'm sick of explaining history 

I'm rolling with a circle of winners, we claimin' victories 

It ain't a mystery, the hate'll make it bittersweet 

Who I'm kidding? I'm the great debater 

My crew stay winning, we stay innovating 

Your circle is rotten as great tomatoes 

They get high with you then start dry snitching like Jose Canseco 

Prosecco, I'm sipping vino with a vivid hue 

Haberdasher rocking Borsalinos like Hasidic Jews 

Pitiful, rappers never stand up to the ridicule 

That's why I had to get at you 

Wear it if it fit the shoe, nigga 

(Baby, just shine your light 

If you've gotta dim yours, so they can shine brighter 

Just stay bright, so shine your light) 

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We're in a transitional world right now because the nature of distribution is changing. The distribution channels that people have built over the last century or so are in flux. The print, the visual artist, the musicians... which on the one hand intimidating and on the other, immensely liberating. The rules, the assumptions, the now-we're-supposed-tos of how you get your work seen and what you do then, they're breaking down. The gatekeepers are leaving their gates. You can be as creative as you need to be to get your work seen. The old rules are crumbling. And nobody knows what the new rules are, so make up your own rules 

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