ghetto afterlife

(Talib Kweli)
These *****z aint thugs, the real thugs is the government
Dont matter if you independent, democrat or republican
*****z politickin the street, get into beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief
With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo seat
Die before you crash in yo Jeep, never passin in your sleep
like an old man, you aint a fool you got a whole plan
to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land
The future of your whole fam hang in the balance
You the king, and your block is the palace
Yall *****z is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the ***** are you ? What you gonna do?
Exactly what I thought - NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
you the undisputed champion, Im in a class you cant be in
My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian
(*scratched* 'Lets stop right here)
('So you think that Im a fool..')
('Ayy man.. (??)')
(Chorus) ( Talib Kweli & Kool G. Rap)
(T) Its just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
(K.G) Where they sacrifice the life and *****z see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife
(Talib Kweli)
Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin
Chicks gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto
Your team let the metal burst before you take an L
you raised in hell, let the dust settle first
Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent
*****t happens huh, a mans respected by his actions
Its the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma
while the karma sleep, yo its deep, but the karma cant be beat
You dont know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself
Relate to rap *****z cause they writin what you felt
You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran
We suck the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine
We benefit from *****z in tenements, dyin for benjamins
So bad that they know they own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, dont be hesistant
or fall victim to the element, word is bond
'So while yall keep on fakin the funk,
we gonna keep on walkin through the darkness carryin our torches'
-> DJ Premier
*scratched* 'Ima give-give-give it to-to you straight'
'Straight up and down!' -> DJ Premier
(Chorus) (Talib Kweli & Kool G. Rap)
(T) Just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
(K.G) Where they sacrifice the life and *****z see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife
( Kool G. Rap)
*****z get caught up in the struggle
End up in court in trouble, sportin a bubble
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the blocks with a portion to double
Flip and get tossed in the huddle
Police with one piece short of the puzzle
Its a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle
and the Gsll make your knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy * ****z bleed puddles
Make the headlines; some try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on direct lines - tec-9s with the red *****ne
Jake climbin through the bedroom blinds
Tryin to bring you to your deadline, its slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your mind
One slug to the left of your spine
Forever late to rest on the shrine
('So you think that Im a fool..')