Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin’ like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments Don’t believe, here the evidence, where brooklyn whaaaaaaaoohhhh See that? bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin’ tree at, to where the police be at Talib kweli e-kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at
*Deacon and Kno,* cunning linguists with stunning English *Our true lies bring more pumps* than Harry Rehnquist *Every week* with the best speech Roll with cats who smoke more trees than the flash and burn techniques
I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap Then I get deep and the weak then complete their Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete They never grow old techniques become antiques Better then something brand new ‘cause it’s radiant And the wild style’ll have much more volume Classical too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical Here’s some soothing souvenirs for all the years They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas It’s cool when you freak to the beat But don’t sweat the technique
pickup revisionism (pik’-up ri-vizh’-uhn-iz’-uhm) noun. The conscious or unconscious distortion of specific events that occurred during a pickup basketball game such that certain elements of a player’s performance appear in a more or less favorable light. Pickup Revisionism appeals to the intellect using a number of techniques to advance a view. These techniques include presenting false memories as genuine, inventing reasons for distrusting accurate accounts of the game, attributing their own conclusions to other players, manipulating statistics to support their views, and deliberately misinterpreting other players’ statements.
“Chris hasn’t tried to get me to do yoga yet but I am close to doing it. I’m envious of what he can do on stage. Watching him is amazing, he can really move. I want to be able to move like that, get my leg behind my ear, things like that.”—Jay-Z on Chris Martin
I bang on doors, pay rent, lampin’ to birth complaints Rip flipper, make rap music during commercial breaks Starring Galapagos Island, evolution mutant Through the one man species, shaking leaches off his Puma’s
Wake up, it’s early morning Get dressed Turn on my radio Another beautiful day in my neighborhood Since the morning’s when I’m mostly inspired Though I’m still a bit tired I write because I’m feeling Like the flava’s good Saturday was yesterday Last week And nothing’s open now except coffee shops Which really ain’t my style I smile as I’m writing this world is still asleep And it’s just me and the sun And we’re conversing for a while