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Talib Kweli

Genres: Hip-Hop

What I Feel Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Black man aint allowed a moment of weakness 

The crew aint got no room for those who flee when the beef hit 

Cause they don't want no beef like people who only eat fish 

You get the third degree like my society secret 

N***ers run so much we spend a grip on them sneakers 

I'd rather stand and fight there's no respect for the meek shit 

I'm trying to get this cheese like a pizza that's deep dish 

The sensitive shit you can keep it. what I feel 

 

All through the night and for when it's right, as long as it's tight 

It'll demand to get performed on the mic 

And hopefully become a song that you like, and it probably will 

Cause what I spit is what so real, it's based on what I feel 

All I did was take a lil moment, homie I'm giving you notice 

Last days that they predicted upon us 

N***ers stick it to be sitting on corners, n***ers do what you will 

It's your life, it really don't matter what I feel 

 

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When I pick up the mic, and spit what I write 

Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight 

Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life 

Until the end you finally see the light 

What I feel 

Don't matter trying to get what you need 

When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed 

You need the pain in your life, 

Without the pain you can't tell if it's real 

It's a hell of a deal 

This is what I feel 

 

All throughout my heart and my soul 

Affect my memory like an actor before the start of a role 

I represent my community and part of a whole 

Pop your balloon mindstate, it make it harder to blow 

 

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You in the front row trying to diss, you make it part of the show 

The right fist will make you part of the flow 

No question I'm the answer for this, 

I'm harder than a n***er with a cancerous prostate tryin to pimp 

I got the real version of lyrics that you tryin to kick 

Yeah I'm crossing n***ers out, like what im writin to spit 

But on the flip son, everything im writing is hits 

Like the stick of green canabis that we twist then we stick to our lips 

End your carreer with a flick of my wrist, death stroke with the pen 

Then I'm flipping the bitch 

Do what I want, whenever I want, never gunna front 

Give it to you whether you want it or not 

 

When I pick up the mic, and spit what I write 

Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight 

Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life 

Until the end you finally see the light 

What I feel 

Don't matter trying to get what you need 

When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed 

You need the pain in your life, 

Without the pain you can't tell if it's real 

It's a hell of a deal 

This is what I feel 

 

Everybody's a critic, people be hating even talking under their breath 

They got me hotter than mating season 

This hater nation but the nature of the hate is changing 

Like the government deciding who's our faviorite nation 

You know it aint them hations 

Or anybody we call terrorist, even if the world hate americans 

Our foreign policy destroy they country properly, we demostrate our power 

To stimulate our economy 

New york is my city 

Sort of like vice city 

Up all night, to to sky, pink like white titties 

Making the classic rthym, I'm having visions 

And when I attack the track you get dwarfed like sado-masichism 

Send the voice of activism now n***ers aint eating like ghandi 

Defeating the british with pacifism 

And the people love it, see what I mean haters 

I got my love like radio rahim 

 

When I pick up the mic, and spit what I write 

Go and sign myself so I can give you a sight 

Into this tunnel of this court doing quarter to life 

Until the end you finally see the light 

What I feel 

Don't matter trying to get what you need 

When you gotta cut yourself just to see if you bleed 

You need the pain in your life, 

Without the pain you can't tell if it's real 

It's a hell of a deal 

This is what I feel 

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