That's Enough

[Intro]

Picture me giving a damn (picture me)

Picture me giving a damn, I said never

Yeah, attack the block, attack the block (yeah, yeah)

Talib Kweli, Z-Trip 'A' ('A' 'A')

With the wisdom of a veteran, fire of a rook

Ain't nobody fuckin' with my crew, man, put that on everything man

Put that on everything

What you got to put up?

Put it up (put it on)

Nobody fucking with the crew that I fuck with

Nobody fucking with the crew that I fuck with

Nobody fucking with the crew that I fuck with

I can tell you get disgusted

Nobody fucking with the crew that I fuck with

I can tell you get disgusted with the crew that you stuck with

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

We do it like it's nothing, while your movement is suspect

You screaming "Aflac" cause you duck sick

Imperial nigga who gon' body the track and put the fear in you

Asking you, if you can feel it, I'm being literal

Up against the side of your temple, we getting spiritual

This the people's army, you niggas ain't pass the physical

Harder than a criminal, pardon you if you stayin'(?)

The market is full of bulls, I'm smarter than your average bear

My spirit is living proof

I be scaring 'em in the booth

They playing that truth or dare, but I dare 'em to tell the truth

I'm getting long in the tooth, but still here

While these dudes is faker than their veneers

Ain't making it past a year

Yeah, social assassin

Nigga, curb your enthusiasm

Caught up in the special effects, homie, that's movie magic

[Verse 2: John Forte]

I shoot frames in the magic hour

Life's on over blast, self contained

Grey matter, like it's overcast

Ask nothing, I don't talk too much

Then again, ask around that comes with cost and such

Throw the curve and I adjust my swing

Batters up, I strategize and avoid all ducks

I'm mad enough, you talk foolish

Your love of money is apart of something non-higher

Dance around you dudes like a bonfire

Get your weight up and your mixtapes up

Kweli, sound the alarm, my inner beast wakes up

I'm from the great-era, that you [?] your [?] flow

You still asleep, I serve from Oslo to Moscow

Go [?] [?] [?]

My lady pearl, Turkish, so we [whirl?] with the [dervish?]

Education make the nervous, they stuck on lames

Read a book, and you will know my name

[Verse 3: Posdnous]

I'm somewhere between growth and greed

Cash in hand knowledge in the book I read from

Y'all all been from the installments

Of real skill hold steady even when the earth shake [s...?]

Jealousy and hate never found [b?] [i?] [me?]

But hearts can be cold from young emcees playing bold

Yo, but haven't you heard? Your words rhyme

But my rhymes the word

Along with wit, the opposite gender want to render themselves caught

Like ladybugs in my palm, my progress is apart of my process

Mandatory sweat like a fat nigga with breast

Just a fighter who is beneath the brawl

With the promiscuous game that came to fuck us all

So when you need to make the [call?] know who to trust

That's plug to the one that's it, that's enough

[Verse 4: Skyzoo]

They looked at me as a hybrid

[Over?] guns and butter like you see what the [sty?] did

Being a block away had us driveling by big

Now they saying I write like I reached up and rhymed his

Sky is beyond measure like my speech [all leather?]

You peons could get peed on together

My pre days was for hardaway, G and whatever

My teammates had nas tapes, and heat on the dresser

Raised by it, made by it ---cradle to grave by it

All we seeing is a rover, and tucking away inside it

Fly guy etiquette, P.R.P, 'S'in' it

And blue and orange everything, like we all, we reppin', what ha'

[All of those models ????????]

They be automatic mouth, call that iPhone Siri

I'm as heavy in the south as I am in the 'K'

[Come through your palm is your hand is a wave???]

[Verse 5: Rubix]

Dem Wan' compete with us,completely nut you must have lost your senses

Not to mention man, running shit in this dimension

Guns and Spit, man none of it can touch the Kid

Especially when I'm running with, high-level sentences

Annexing this is vexing, further more it's just disgusting

Make them sick, the way I kick, Bars, percussion

Your head rushing

Plus, I'm busting melons like Gallagher

Not even a challenger to the simplest listener

Given the circumstance, call your commissioner

Got protection for your weak rendition of what you call a verse

A chick will pull from her purse, that Rubix is the worse

Disrespect how your crew loving my words

Love how I swerve, making niggas jump for the curb

They only reckless in the burbs, look in they eyes

Everything just start to slur

Grab the hand of your girl, about to earl

Make her sick with sugar, giving necklaces and pearls

[Verse 6: Fashawn]

Like Rich Wright, I write a classic like rite of passage

When I recite a passage, shit, I type on the average

Grab a mic and dismantle it, methods of a mechanic

Manic, necessary you panic [I call an ambulance of my insomnia?]

I might overdose on ambient mixing weed with a cancer stick

Increasing my chances I got a lot of living to do before I diminish

Like I'm sprinting to my finish in [line?] limit

Rhyme chemist all I'm missing is a dime misses

Compositions like do or die missions

Once I step inside the [mind] entrance

Old school like niggas who call nines biscuits

New school like buying Nicky Minaj tickets

Is it a crime that I'd rather listen to Rah Digga

A fly nigga with big dreams of boast

'L' - 'B's' to smoke, sixteens to quote

[Rich means of dope?]