People's Party

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Look at what we done started Look at what we done started This the people party When opportunity knockin', that young nigga move that dope, woah Get your foot stuck in it, call me "Young Go-Get-It" They can't fuck wit' it, my trail roll wit' it What's the world, what time is it? Fix your watch, tell me, watch that fix Pay attention to the 'politrick' We build and destroy, it's marvellous Your individual accomplishments ain't stoppin' shit when the cops run shit 'Bout to hack this shit like Anonymous I got Boots from The Coup, my accomplice [Verse 2: Boots Riley] This beat's an annihilator We gon' spark the fire later Now we rush the violators Scribble down the wire data Ironman, empirе hater We do not requirе beta We have been a sign of rape but That's how you got piles of paper It's my job to instigate One, two, clear, defibrillate Pulmonary pugilist Witless statement, Skill-a-Phone this But pistol weight, line up here for the fist debate Sam, you get so sophisticated Scram, let's clear, they nix a gate And knock the engine, pistons shake [Chorus] Listen to the champion sound Listen to the champ, listen to the champion, yeah, yeah Listen to the champion sound Listen to the champ, listen to the champion sound [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy Soon as I step up in the pantheon The whores blowin', it's the song of the champions We analyze and you lame niggas can't be on Run and hide, you yellow like candy corn Tooth Fairy ass fake revolutionaries Boo Berry ass niggas, man, the truth is scary You ain't ready for the weight the solution carry My old squad linin' up like luminaries I ain't here for the props or the accolades Come complimentary like a powder egg It's that flavor artificial like a Powerade Slow it up or blow it up like a powder keg And he fire, get lighter, whole crew is tight And for you, if you like, your news in bites We on a beat like a cop walkin' through the night Violatin' your human rights (Uh) [Verse 4: Boots Riley] This ain't for the elevators This is finna gas or scrape a Back stairs' pits for Russia's sweets Go 'head, find your papers We are people dilaters Star-spangled choir traitors Push it down your abberators Put the bankers on hiatus Thank the ways we need and the streets fight raw, it's Pump this on a 'Ab, in a shot, in the office We gon' make them motherfuckers empty out they coffers It's a worldwide slaughter orchestrated by the bosses [Chorus] Listen to the champion sound Listen to the champ, listen to the champion Listen to the champion sound Listen to the champ, listen to the champion Champion, champion