Talib Kweli Flash Gordon Lyrics [Intro] Yeah Kweli in the house Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know? Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh
[Verse] Make a joy for noise until the lord people have flawed Cause the pen is mightyer than the sword Leavin' the floor Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like the fishermens ride I'm on mission for god he blessed me to spit it this hard A lot of niggaz star shit but they don't finish the job I'm like Minister Farrakhan or an african that finish' the marathon The pain in my voice is *?* No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on Even if the dawn is over head I carry on Then a Flash Gordons scar on my face is a *?* Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in I want to cash all in Or I start breakin' like glass *?* put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin' Or fast forward just to catch what I said Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on
[Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real? We got babies We got bills Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it out (work it out) Sweat it out
[Hook] I don't know If you know My history I do it big
Like Notorious did Get all the play like this accordin' the kid Gangster like knock out never little *?* all in his *?* Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six JayLo, yo Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo
[Hook] I don't know If you know My history you don't know me
Chop the game till it's blue like a varicose vein And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain And the whole shit blew up Was it for vain ? They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane The music got everyone crazy and who to blame People pair think there'll be some uglyness up their hair End up in intensive care with a *?* stare, you know?
[Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real? We got babies We got bills Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (feel it) And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it out (work it out) Sweat it out
[Hook] I don't know If you know My history you don't know me
It's the black hand bustin' the tek Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat Swingin' for the upper deck It's the black man cuttin' the check The nigger's the boss The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws I spit on the floor The right hook will get at ya jaw Make to track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw I rap through: Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force so I spit at all the shit that I saw I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes The ones who smokin' cocain so they don't fuck up they nose I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havanna Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera From the land of the alabama since the night in the cally Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally Out the back of yo' *?* give you the skitty like Ally McBeal It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?!
[Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real? We got babies (yeah) We got bills (yeah) Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (come on) And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it out (work it out) Sweat it out
[Hook] - repeat 4X with various adlibs I don't know If you know My history you don't know me
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Copy to Clipboard: Talib Kweli Flash Gordon Lyrics [Intro] Yeah Kweli in the house Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know? Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh
[Verse] Make a joy for noise until the lord people have flawed Cause the pen is mightyer than the sword Leavin' the floor Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like the fishermens ride I'm on mission for god he blessed me to spit it this hard A lot of niggaz star shit but they don't finish the job I'm like Minister Farrakhan or an african that finish' the marathon The pain in my voice is *?* No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on Even if the dawn is over head I carry on Then a Flash Gordons scar on my face is a *?* Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in I want to cash all in Or I start breakin' like glass *?* put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin' Or fast forward just to catch what I said Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on
[Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real? We got babies We got bills Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it out (work it out) Sweat it out
[Hook] I don't know If you know My history I do it big
Like Notorious did Get all the play like this accordin' the kid Gangster like knock out never little *?* all in his *?* Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six JayLo, yo Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo
[Hook] I don't know If you know My history you don't know me
Chop the game till it's blue like a varicose vein And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain And the whole shit blew up Was it for vain ? They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane The music got everyone crazy and who to blame People pair think there'll be some uglyness up their hair End up in intensive care with a *?* stare, you know?
[Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real? We got babies We got bills Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (feel it) And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it out (work it out) Sweat it out
[Hook] I don't know If you know My history you don't know me
It's the black hand bustin' the tek Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat Swingin' for the upper deck It's the black man cuttin' the check The nigger's the boss The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws I spit on the floor The right hook will get at ya jaw Make to track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw I rap through: Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force so I spit at all the shit that I saw I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes The ones who smokin' cocain so they don't fuck up they nose I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havanna Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera From the land of the alabama since the night in the cally Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally Out the back of yo' *?* give you the skitty like Ally McBeal It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?!
[Chorus] Grabbin' the black steel, bowh In the hour of chaos We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real? We got babies (yeah) We got bills (yeah) Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (come on) And let it out (let it out) Get it out (get it out) Work it out (work it out) Sweat it out
[Hook] - repeat 4X with various adlibs I don't know If you know My history you don't know me
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