Some Kind Of Wonderful - Talib Kweli

What's next?

These chicken neck MCs get me vexed

My rhymes be blowin' up chat rooms all over the Internet

And causin' collisions on the highway of information

And then I head back to my prior engagement

In the nation of Brooklyn

Land of Trinis, Haitians, Jamaicans and Bejans

It's amazin' how lickin' shots is the proper representation

Soon they gonna need wack MC reservations

'Cause I endanger the motherf**kers, they needin' preservation

'Carry 'em home on the top of a truck like a trophy

Niggas still sleepin' like I'm Jay Z in the video for Hawaiian Sophie

It's cool, I stay low key, keep a low pro

Come out crushin' sh*t just for fun like, Co Flow

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, here we go

Ridin' on the sound waves out your stereo

In the procession to your burial

Callin' Hi Tek, Little Leon, the professional

I got the special flow listenin' to estero

Puffin' vegetables and now I'm red to go

The illest rhyme animal like Chuck

Burn leech niggas like salt when I lay in the cut

Think you about to blow when you continue to suck

The sh*t I've been through

Make me run up in your venue like, what

I snatch the mic and ask the crowd what are y'all waitin' for?

They say nothin' but that fat sh*t

I got you, say no more I laid the law and all them

Crab rappers played the floor I called them out

A couple of them steeped up and I ate 'em raw

Some more wack, niggas tried to spray the door but had no aim

Later for them corn balls

On the way out smacked them in they face with a methaphor

For better or for worse you better call the nurse

Before I send a cleaner

And he get to your hospital room first

What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line

Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine

One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful

Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do?

What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line

Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine

One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful

Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do?

I'll take your style and embarras it with

Words beautifully written like, Arabic

Got niggas on the run 'cause the fire like chariot

Introduce pen skills to ill deliveries and married it

Put it in your face like big gats and carried it like Harriet

Various crews tried to bury us

But we shut 'em down like Sagiterious with

That wack sh*t money you can't be serious

You niggas is hilarious actresses

Runnin' around the club pissy like ghetto matresses

That's why I smack these kids back to reality

And how it be in actuality

With ready to battle MCs who skip the f**kin' formalities

We spark it in any club or meat market

Sweet artists don't come on the block they become street targets

If you want it I got it, come get it I'm with it

Your career will be shorter than a midget

And the world will know who did it

I smack up these ho a** MCs like a gorilla pimp

You comin' out the box like a gimp, money you still a wimp

My sh*t blow out filaments and light fixtures

With the right mixture of words used as colors

To paint the right picture

Graphic masterpieces your whole sh*t is smashed to pieces

Make you look at your man who rhyme

And be like, "you not nasty like he is"

Believe this when you see this, and don't f**k with

Me either, 'cuz you'll be down where my feet is

Curled up in the fetus

Cryin' from the kicks, watch when I flip

People gonna be buyin' my sh*t

Like fiends dyin' for a hit, so

What you wanna do? I'm runnin' through your front line

Your whole plan is catcha tan in my sunshine

One time 'cause it's some kinda wonderful

Don't stand there lookin' stupid, what you wanna do?