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Talib Kweli - "Lunchroom Classics"
Lyrics to Lunchroom Classics : [Talib Kweli] Yo, fourth period, everybody meet me in the lunchroom Im saying, the Drum Society comin in there You know Im saying, Hi-Tek gonna be there I think Makeeba gonna be there too (Yo Kwa!) Know what Im saying, ah man, ah man Definitely, definitely-definitely-definitely Yo, yo-yo-yo, yo... Reflection Eternal, Makeba Mooncycle [Makeba Mooncycle] Yo-yo, Yo-yo, I come before ya bearing skills Get you off like cheap thrills Some may deny me, because of lack of faith I bring true lyrics, straight to your face Heres a brand new testament, written by me Co-written by Makeba and Eternal Kweli (Kweli) Constant meditation last longer than duration Proper education is mind levitation To stimulate quite simple I clear all paths like Christ and the temple [Talib Kweli] Coming with the skills thats essential To even mention Brooklyn as the residential Ugh, the pictions be graphic Cause how we be livin is tragic So I take your imagination and I stretch it like elastic Ugh, some people treat oppurtunity like a blunt and pass it I see the mic as my oppurtunity and so I grab it (hold it) Mentally I live lavishly I cherish the heredity Thats preparin me to be a revolutionary till they bury me Carry me in your thoughts forever The way I put words together you treasure Ay-yo, whatever the weather instead of clever Im better Cause I seize the time with reason and rhyme [Makeba Mooncycle] Sometimes I flip the different flavors This old school mama came ta save ya Cause Im to old to scold, better I like, ya know, puttin hearts on hold But pay ya hand for the fold Waiting to be taught, heres a whiff of holy breath I bring pain to your chest LETS CIVILIZE THE PEOPLE Hang up your petty egos Ive got a shield on my back cause people carry blades (true) Getting caught off guard leaves you in a shallow grave Now here comes the ruler of the night, better known as the moon Bobbin with J-Rawls animated like a toon Chorus: Kweli and Mooncycle [T.B.] This for the kids cuttin up in the lunchroom [Both] I pulled your card like spades and spit with major shit The ill pitch you afraid to hit, its like that [M.M.] Here we go [T.B.] Here we go [M.M.] Come on [T.B.] Uh, come on *repeat from here we go* *repeat all* [Talib Kweli] This song is like a baby being born (yes) Itll stay in your head long after Im physically gone Then the rest of the flesh is left for the vulture Makin me the anti-hero of the counter-culture Do you remember what you was doin when you first heard this' [Makeba Mooncycle] I was singin to my sis, thats deeper than abyss It took the French to kiss, German demolish Feed the world from my breasts, a written conquest Lyrics are like permanent stains Now youre usin both sides of your brain Cause you never should go against the grain Acting like puppets, I own the string Addicitive like coke, is the real thing Check out the wisdom, that I bring Church bells are ringin Its the truth Im speakin Freak it like Sodom and Gomorrah Check my holy ora, the reflection in my order Causes me to slaughter Disect like biology, cover the Earth like water [Talib Kweli] Its like sometimes cats like wanna be all up in your psychology No stoppin me or my man Hi-Teknology Follow me through global economies, start thinkin logically Be passionate you gotta be, your soul is your property On that you could place a bet before I make you face your death Make you rectrace your steps to exact place you slipped (Right there) To battle would be a waste of breath But see you chasin rep and you got hit so hard they had to replace your chest You on the floor carrowing, turn your punk ass over You see me towering, my mic grip tighter than the boa You microscopic like protozoa or amoebas Slower than molasses so they call you special Makeba, yo, what they want, a medal' Chasin crimes like Hantzel and Gretel when the dust settle Every one of these cats who got gas like pedals, got deflated J-Rawls, Makeba, Kweli anticipated New shit cause your styles so old it depreciated {*echoes*} You lost your value, money Chorus [Both] I pulled your card like spades and spit with major shit The ill pitch you afraid to hit, its like that [M.M.] Here we go [T.B.] Here we go [M.M.] Come on [T.B.] Uh, come on *repeat from here we go* *repeat all* [ Lunchroom Classics Lyrics ]
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