So Hood

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

Beautiful Mixtape

[Ghostface Killah]

Don't get the flow mixed up, this is uncut raw

You can cook it in your spoon, that's what your lighter is for

And the aroma are set to move the right tone up

And your girl, I really wanna ice tone her

Don't get mad if she like rappers

I'm be an MC who like Bergundy, and ?he man perty?

Look young in his face, and he over thirty

Giving out Hancocks, like my name was Herbie

Survived from a fucked up past, set my bed where the springs was out

Now they ask what my rings about

This is Ghost, God type man only, stay true

You disagree, well then fuck you

I don't gotta say jack to you

I got alot of metal that rat for you

And if I point it your way, he gon clap for you

Body something mad terrible, you know how them ratchets do

Extra caskets and church classics, blowing an ill dust joint

At your wake as I drive past it, now that's murder

2004 blood further dick, you ain't that big cus you ain't never heard of

Or brought up in any convo, Benny Blanco your style will get your face picked off

And your nose ripped off, you fake niggas don't understand

This is Theodore, we gon blow like a hundred fans

[Talib Kweli]

New York will test you, try to get you, don't be scared about it

It'll caress you and molest you, but don't be weird about it

Don't wear your heart on your sleeve and dare to come here without it

You bout it, then let it flow out like tears of fear shouted

Ain't no kick the can, Chutes and Ladders or Candyland

Mothers survive their sons, trying to be a family man

Out to there like hand to hand, walkers, bikers and camel stands

In order to tell a ma'am from man here, you need a mammogram

Patrol, substance for nothing to blame the manners on

Up at the crack of dawn, heard the word and your path is on

Still working for nothing, abandon your dreams

Now they tattered, torn to pieces, scattered on the ground that we walking on

Same ground around the dead body police draw chalk upon

Your name familiar on the radio police are talking on

Do what you gotta do to eat, and keep the heat from off the arms

Sometimes you gotta compromise what you was brought up on

The most exciting lyrics Kweli and Ghost is writing

Psychosis leading to excessive and hopeless biting

There's no denying your ho is eying, the flow is iron

The Vitamin C you see

By the color of the pee

The muthafucking, most gutter MC

Dropped out of school at eighteen

With a dream and started running the streets

Keep the receipts, don't need your college degree

Because my lyrics earn me honorary PHDs, yeah

[Hook 2X: Talib Kweli]

People ask my why I keep it so hood

And I simply reply, it feels so good

We hit your ears in ways you ain't know the flow could

And make your momma say boy, you up to no good