Talib Kweli: The perfect beat

(feat. KRS-One)"Check this out..."[KRS-One]Hooooooooooooo~! (HEY DJ!) WHAT? ("I know you're gonna dig this")Yeah, yeah, yeh yeh! KRS, ohhhh~! Talib KweliTalib this is crazy, yo this is crazyHah... what'chu doin?Throw your hands up, c'mon[T] BK to BX and every place in between, it's all 7-18 like[K] Grand Concourse, whassup![Talib Kweli]We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yoSo what'chu got? 9's and tecs, you no threatIt's the beat, how you get your cake don't matterIt takes heart the lyrics been replaced with the swaggerI stay sharp enough to slash your face like a daggerThe actors been replaced with the rappersThe rappers been replaced with the actors, see how they try to stay on the beatThe pig route when he walkin down the street to the beat[KRS-One]WOOP~! Sound of da policeWhat is the life of a true hip-hopper, the beatsPeace love unity livin proper with the beatsIn any endeavor whatever we will prosper with our beatsSome cats are real, other are impostors with beatsWe the realest, livestThe rawest, crack cocaine heroin survivors with beatsWe avoided the cops, we focused on beefsSpittin, all we saw was stacks of rhymes written, eliteWay too smart for the system of courseWe know a smart free black man just pisses 'em off!What they like is when we glisten and glossFlashin millions but still takin a lossBump the beat! Yeah, all in the streetTalib yo, I think it's 'bout time to speak[Talib Kweli]Yeah... yeah... word~!Watch me take it there, life ain't no Christmas thereHell yeah it's crystal clear when Kweli and Kris is hereSearching for the perfect beat I went to East Dayt'It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release dateThey try to look away, they're scared to look insideAskin why like a guy who look for God up in the sky (that's right)Searchin high and low, behind the do', inside the drawerLittle did he know that the beat was tryin to find a flowStuck in limbo, how low can you goA punched hole through your stomach lining like TylenolBuild all kind of rolled, metaphors and similiesthat'll have you doubtin my competitor's abilitiesMy whole body is a spiritual facilityRock a vest after a lyrical killing spreeThe illest delivery, later for the talk we need actionSilence is golden but the violence is platinumWhen you rappin to the beat[KRS-One]Boom, bap, who's, that?KRS-One bring the beat backThe perfect beat we seek that, knowledge of mind we speak thatWe don't speak weak crap over weak tracksMOVE, THAT; we speak boom bap live in the clubWe can show and prove that[Talib Kweli]Yeah, it ain't old school or new school it's true school rapBeat you 'til you're blue and black, true dat, it's[KRS-One]Better beat win again, work the streetMovin again, insert the heatLookin again for the perfect beatDon't look in the book to learn to eatWrite up a hook, learn to speakNever be shook, follow the heatForever they look weakT.K. you must speak![Talib Kweli]Teachin 'em how to eat to liveThey cheap and their pimp is pleadin the fifthBleedin as if they goin to warEverytime they leavin the cribSneakers and whips, police be peepin the stripYou see 'em walkin the beatHoes believin the pimps who eatin the shrimpsSo John's walkin the streetLookin for a sweet face, in each caseTryin to get they heartbeat racin, and the dark meat be tastinso delicious, my description so good to the beatIt's lifted right from the sounds that you hear in the hood when you sleep[KRS-One]Bring the beat back!All that whackness, we don't need thatYou gotta bring the beat back!All that whack garbage, we don't need thatBring the beat back! All that weakness we don't need thatSelector bring the beat back, bring the beat back!Selector, listen![Talib Kweli]Yeah, DJ RhettmaticTalib Kweli, hip-hop