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  • Talib Kweli & Styles P – Nine Point Five (feat. Sheek Louch, Jadakiss & Niko Is) (The Seven Album)

    [Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
    As time goes by, an eye for an eye
    That’s the best way to keep everybody blind
    When the truth is in the building all these lives gon’ die
    Cause like my man Chaz Van, eh the vibes don’t lie
    Man, get your hands up in the sky, wave ‘em from side to side
    Cause I’m twenty years plus, still killin’ it right
    This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it’s 9.5
    You make the earth quake, shakin’ to death like fault line
    Now when I talk about vibe, what I mean is organic
    We planting seeds for the trees, we need to breathe on the planet
    Indeed we really take the planet for granted
    Bulldoze the granite at Standing Rock
    We plundered and we wonder why the planet hot
    Made in His image, are we worshipping the man or not?
    Get an uncomfortable feeling every time I hear “Planet Rock”
    Disappointed in the leadership, hand to God
    Evidence is more than the images the cameras shot
    You follow blind faith it make you seem unclean
    But faith in only evidence of things I’ve seen
    Cause information make it harder for us to follow discussions
    But educated guesses beat wild assumptions
    Information lead to knowledge, knowledge lead to wisdom
    Wisdom lead to understanding, once you have all that
    You start demanding justice
    Justice is what love look like in public
    I ain’t just writing for it, I’m out here fighting for it

    [Hook: NIKO IS]
    We some real muthafuckas on the rise
    Under pressure but over the lies
    Stand up, hands up close to the skies
    ‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
    We some real muthafuckas on the rise
    Under pressure but over the lies
    Stand up, hands up close to the skies
    ‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five

    [Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
    Contemplating, I be hating how we coming up short
    Filling up court, my skin pigment new black thought
    Telling me lies, ain’t nothing about you moving no pies
    Fabricating on your Instagram, listen fam you a king
    But you carry yourself way too weak
    Songs I sing is prophesized, modern day Haile Selassie
    Coke bars singing young papi
    Now, who want this four-pound of knowledge I shoot?
    Still wavy Rolex on, bitch calling me cute
    Hands up for some real niggas, when I rise, you rise
    Right now I ain’t got no more tries
    Mom’s chillin’ watching over me, no more cries

    [Verse 3: Jadakiss]
    No more tears, right now no more years
    And we could throw a million protests, no one cares
    ‘Cause we just get all out of character and throw some chairs
    Eventually they burn us out and tell us “go somewhere”
    But the love is too genuine and wholesome here
    That’s why the light ain’t too bright but the road look clear
    Yea, personally I got my bread as a crook
    But once I finish with the work I dip my head in a book
    There’s room in the bed, either at the head or the foot
    I tell you this, Hip Hop ain’t as dead as it looks
    Naw, diversions to cover up the lies
    We some real muthafuckas on the rise

    [Hook: NIKO IS]
    We some real muthafuckas on the rise
    Under pressure but over the lies
    Stand up, hands up close to the skies
    ‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
    We some real muthafuckas on the rise
    Under pressure but over the lies
    Stand up, hands up close to the skies
    ‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five

    [Verse 4: Styles P]
    As time goes by, an eye for an eye
    You won’t hear a tear drop when a young child cries
    Made in God’s image but tell me do God lie?
    You’re deceiving, is it racism in the sky?
    I believe in God, but [?]
    Yea I got my third eye, wish I had my third ear
    Seventh sense, I got my sixth sense in third gear
    On a highway to hell, learn how to swerve fear
    It’s deep talk or street talk
    It’s war talk or it’s peace talk
    Get the hemp paper, tear the leaf off
    Spoke like you woke but you actin’ all sleep dog
    The wolves give a fuck about sheep talk
    The rich give a fuck about cheap talk
    How figuring angles, ways to knock the beast off
    This is Satan’s house but we plannin’ to break the lease off
    Me and Kweli on the rise
    Ghost, but you see some Ali in his eyes
    Pressure bust pipes but it still make diamonds
    Shining, see the silver lining in the sky
    I don’t ride waves cause I’m my own tide
    Learn to be peaceful, dealt my own pride
    Ego, the feeble will always make the stride to take the strong out
    Know hard work, took the long route
    And I could do it two more times
    Or matter of fact, a few more times
    Tell your favorite emcee to make a few more rhymes
    Then meet us on the Seven tour
    What he feelin’ threatened for?
    We gon’ kill ‘em lyrically, what he bring his weapons for?
    Hands up, stand up, what you think we reppin’ for?
    We some real muthafuckas, don’t you know that?
    Lyrically, you gon’ get this picture like a Kodak