Lo-Fi

[Produced by Khrysis]

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

Lo-Fi, I be pimping poems like I’m Blowfly

The darkness only broken up by the flashing lights that go by

So fly, since the days of Leflaur Leflah Eshkoshka

Rolling with stoners who be chiefing the keef like they love Sosa

Selena Gomez, pull up to any club on a moped

With some dirty ass broke heads look a little [?]

The bouncer be like “go ‘head”

Promoters will walk me right to a table and be like “this is your spread”

Surrounded by the dope and the coke heads, burning candles at both ends

I’m low-key like Thor’s brother but don’t sleep, there’s more of us

The people’s champion, recording on the tour bus

As we’re drawing skelly boards on the pavement

To making pause tapes in the basement

Heeding the call for elevations to tour the nation

Crossing waters, getting searched at the borders, they out of order

Never finding what they looking for, smoking like a bullet hole

I’m who the speech writers be coming to when they look for quotes

A silent hush settled on the crowd as I took the floor for Brooklyn though

Not everything is copasetic

But the dope that they peddle never settle for the open credit

The guns fire when shit get drier than the Gobi Dessert

The bishops get together, this the type of behaviour that get the Pope beheaded

The conspire, they level of treason is unrivalled

Going back a while, the story ancient as a sundial

The two thou, seen ‘em pull out in front of the [?]

Some wild, made em strip like D’Angelo video untitled

Yea, rap tighter than your bible belt

Ring shit, king shit, lions mane, tigers pelt

The flow you beholding more golden than what Midas felt

(I ain’t know you like to get wet)

Get you higher than Michael Phelps

In a world we murder over perceived slights

And the only time you hoping God bless you is when you sneeze, right?

All the real music fans be like

Indie 500 has got what you need, right

[Verse 2: NIKO IS]

Hoppin on my grizzly man I built this with my bare hands

And I made a living off of making circles square dance

Pardon my je-ne-sais-quoi, now we flying Air France

Wifi on the plane, I tweet “ eh Joey prayer hands “

California weather in the 80’s like hair bands

The smell of the rare plants go “Wooo!”, Rick Flair chants

More passionate than six bear fans

I swear mans, I swear I never share plans

These muthafuckas be quick to bite ideas

Everybody know that this the shit right here

My pen skills with the pencils got me big fans like windmills

Superman flow, I could bend steel

In a game where everybody pretends to be real and trends kill

The flow like electrified fence feels

Ok, been there with the afro, on the board I pass go

*Y'all be stopped on the spare signs like crash though(???)*

And Mushrooms and BIG freaking kept the jam groovin'

Time flies when you can't see the hour on the hand moving

Party doesn’t start til I Christopher Walken, (yo Be water...)

Ok, Zorro with the sword and cape out

No tripping on the money cause there’s more to make out

I transcend time, broken watches never coordinate

Ignore the hate, peep the noise that Florida? makes, Brazilian

I’m just coordinating my energy accordingly

I’m putting myself in a place most rappers can’t afford to be

Snort the fleur-de-lis, drink the shots [?] on that Florida beach

With a Georgia peach, I don't order one drink pimpin, I order 3

And I’m pour one out for all the homies that had to leave for war and peace

So I say shit metaphorically and never let it get more of me

Jamla is the squad and Khrysis got the jam groovin

Time flies when you can't see the hour on the hand moving