The Right to Love Us

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

Center of the world? Africa

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

Up in the tree by the motherland since I was little

Got a warrior's mask from Nairobi that's so official

On my wall in between the rifle I copped from the jebels

And the samurai swords I got from Beatrix Kiddo

Yesterday, I packed my bags and left the crib-o

Caught a flight to Tanzania, hopped out in the middle

Of the Serengeti plains with the lions and the hippos

Visit the tribe of Maasai, I admire how they live too

I'm too spoiled by convenience, we argue and we quibble

I tell 'em that I'm free, I'm 'bout as free as Solomon with a fiddle

Headed to Dar es Salaam to wet my whistle

Found a waterin' hole, shorty eyein' my zippo

Like, what you tryin' to get into? I play with it when I'm pensive

I sent her a Macallan, she returned it all defensive, like

"You could've pretended like it takes more than a 'spensive type whiskey to make me spend the night"

[Interlude: Talib Kweli]

Uh

Ready to get out of here?

Me too

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

I'm finna light the blunt up

My lady always hold me down, it's lookin' like a come-up

Our women fightin' for the right to love us

Justice is what love look like in public

My lady always on the frontline, providin' cover

Never gun shy about a paper like a bounty hunter

Justice is what love look like in public

Justice is what— uh

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Yeah, these are "Sounds of the Earth" tones

Alcoholic dad, carpenter to my bird home

How they come from birth stones?

Then I'm fallin' through a wormhole, Geronimo, oh

I could for sure go to Hell 'cause I feel the fire on my torso

Shoot up the award show

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom

Boom-boom-boom-boom

Yeah, the last stragglers, on your head like mad hatters

Abstract ever, bullies to you backpackers

Goin' crazy, detoxin' at the Nutcracker

Flexible bitch, she let me fuck backwards, what matters?

Land of the blunt passers, land of the drug dealers

Unreal, rollin' up ether in the corn meal

Stand behind the force field

Raps are unlimited, it's not definitive, infinite arithmetic

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

I'm finna light the blunt up

My lady always hold me down, it's lookin' like a come-up

Our women fightin' for the right to love us

Justice is what love look like in public

My lady always on the frontline, providin' cover

Never gun-shy about a paper like a bounty hunter

Justice is what love look like in public

Justice is what— uh