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Talib Kweli - Текст песни Lunchroom Classics
[Talib Kweli]
 Yo, fourth period, everybody meet me in the lunchroom
 I'm saying, the Drum Society comin in there
 You know I'm saying, Hi-Tek gonna be there
 I think Makeeba gonna be there too (Yo Kwa!)
 Know what I'm 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
 Here's 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 that's 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
 That's 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 I'm 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 I'm to old to scold, better
 I like, ya know, puttin hearts on hold
 But pay ya hand for the fold
 Waiting to be taught, here's a whiff of holy breath
 I bring pain to your chest
 LET'S CIVILIZE THE PEOPLE
 Hang up your petty egos
 I've 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, it's like that
 [M.M.] Here we go
 [T.B.] Here we go
 [M.M.] Come onTalib Kweli - Lunchroom Classics - http://ru.motolyrics.com/talib-kweli/lunchroom-classics-lyrics.html
 [T.B.] Uh, come on
 *repeat from here we go*
 *repeat all*
 [Talib Kweli]
 This song is like a baby being born (yes)
 It'll stay in your head long after I'm 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, that's 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 you're 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 I'm 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]
 It's 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 style's 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, it's 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*











