Palookas

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

This feel like one of them TV shows from the '60s

Oh, oh, oh, you can try (When the flight come in)

Oh, you can, you can certainly try (When the flight arrives)

Hey, murder (Yes)

Is what we do (Classic version)

What we do (Classic version)

Yeah, we represent, yeah

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

My music represent the change in powers

From now on, this thing is ours

Got 'em paintin' war instead of paintin' flowers

They shower they heroes with praises while we hangin' ours

We bring the drums to the battle 'cause we bang the loudest

You don't know a thing about it

If you mixing King or Malcolm

Bet you that Kweli the outcome

Album's so hot that my ghetto chicks is bringin' talcum

Whether you sing or shout it

They gave somebody else the crown, but I'm the king without it

Your queen is ridin' with me, she always slidin' with me

You can't stop me like the bullets that's inside of 50

They try to diss me, but whenever I say, "Bye," they miss me

You walkin' with me or you alien like Mork & Mindy

You talkin' with me, it throw off the nifty

Take it off the table and the devil run a label 'cause the Lord is with me

Arrogance bring the fall of many

My name echo like the hall is empty

You don't wanna war against me

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon

Assassinate your character, cast aspersions

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)

Hey, I know it hurts, son

But you against me, a .50 cal verse a squirt gun

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

Why? You and your man some palookas, you scared of my medulla

You see beyond the shadow of a doubt, I'm born ready, steady as the hand of the shooter

In the flesh, yes, the embodiment of man verse computer

I make all the women abandon they suitors

Do the math, you see you can't measure up to the ruler

Word, on behalf of all the fans and consumers

I'm buildin' with Fred Hampton Jr., man, we plannin' a future

Not preachin', we do it different, we liftin' the youth up

We spittin' it too tough, too sick for these new thugs

Or goons, whatever they called, they softer than nubuck

Vampires in the club, sippin' that true blood

I'm a midnight marauder and I slaughter for the tribe, immortal, I'm

Bustin' at the cops like Mortal Kai

The sort of guy that mortify

These clown-ass rappers since 45 live

And you know it, man

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon

Assassinate your character, cast aspersions

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)

Hey, I know it hurts, son

But you against me, a .50 cal verse a squirt gun

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one

[Verse 3: Sean Price]

Yo, Sean Price mad nice, accept that

My worst verse sound like your best rap

Put down your bent plaque, I pay double on trips

I punch you up in your face and double your lips

This be the dumbest shit I ever wrote

No 2Pac Shakur, just two shots, you're floored

Listen, the gun clapper, the dumb rapper, the young rapper

Dig in your pockets and leave with your funds faster

Fuckin' new rap rookies

Get beat to death, New Jack Pookie

Face fucked with the H stuck in your grill

Play tough and get scrapped up in the 'ville

Afro-American minus the afro

Bald-headed American lettin' the gat blow

Shut the fuck up before you get hurt, son

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

Hey, this the cut, I'm the surgeon

Assassinate your character, cast aspersions

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one (Worst one)

Hey, I know it hurts, son

But you against me, a .50 cal verse a squirt gun

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one

You ain't got a verse better than my worst one