The Struggle Continues

[Talib Kweli]

Yeah... yeah... let's take it there

You know what the struggle is? (What is it?)

It's beautiful! (Oh yeah, c'mon)

It's not an oxymoron, means the same thing

Beautiful!

Like the passion of sex when you don't have to get protection

And the seed is fertilized it's an immaculate conception

And it grow into a fetus crying like priests having confession

Baby coming out the womb packing and blasting a weapon

For the struggle to show, I let my scars keloid and bubble

Keep it popping all you toys[?] is in trouble

I'm all city, the benjis is all gritty, my pennies is all pretty

If you believe in making change and progress then walk with me

Let me show you a bigger picture (Yeah)

Spit kicker never spit the poison like the liquor

That's filling up your nigga liver

It's more like the herbal medicine - purple lettuce and orange hair

I inhale yesterday's breath and blow out tomorrow's air

I'm taking the throne

Instead of creating a poem

I'm making a song

These niggas is happy with just making a clone

So my rhymes turn these wack emcee's faces into stone

Like they just saw Medusa with them snakes in the dome... Rashid

[Common]

One man rises another falls

To discover all is one and one is all

I come to call like Jericho with the trumpets

It's wild in the hundreds

Gramps in the choir hummin'

The Lord soon cometh

From blow some grow, many stay stunted

Talks with the shorties knowing, I learn from it

Keep the dumb shit from my circumference

I run with niggas that want it and done it

The hunted and blunted (It's beautiful!)

L said it gotta come from the stomach

To me the stomach is the voice of the Lord

The revolutionary people's choice the award

Seeing souls move forward

Goals move toward new homes and new floors

For us to rise to, in the attic taping up my bible

Thinking how can I apply it to survival?

The un-American idol, seeing vital signs of the times

I put it in my rhymes it's the beautiful struggle

[David Banner]

I came here to curse the states, like "Fuck You!"

I kill for my sons with guns, like I'm John Q

Now get celled[?] in hell, the Buddha-blessed smoke

Endorsed by the DLs, Crips, Bloods and Folks

If I have to, I'll throw myself on the cross

My souls lost, fuck it man, Jesus paid the cost

So I guess I'll tell a racist cracker go and lay it down

If I die, I die high, blowing on a pound

If you die, you die twice, a neck full of ice

I'm hellbound on trying to save black kids' life

But my Tribe, left a nigga on a Quest like Phife or Jerobi

White bitches scream like Kobe

But you would never know me or what I went through

That's why I'm quick to say "Suck a dick, bitch, and fuck you!"

And I'ma tell the white kids the truth:

They dads raped mine, now what the fuck they gon' do?! (YEAH)