Chaos lyrics

Artist  : Reflection Eternal (Talib Kweli) 
Song : Chaos
 


featuring Bahamadia

[Talib Kweli]
We
your rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon
of
light out of the chaos cuttin down
overzealous
players who stare we're the
winners of the game
Walk in we'l prepared
climbin the stairways
to heaven while you
scared of the people livin under
ground heard
the sound of the clap made you wonder
If it
was a gun the crowd or some thunder
All of
that was out my window when I was younger
Now
I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's
If you don't
know by now, let me aquaint you with my
steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste
your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they
just can't rhyme
They just babies, I snatch em
out they incubators
Attach them to respirators,
they breathin hard like Darth Vader
Hard as
candy and suck like Now or Laters
After a
while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO
FLAVOR

[Bahamadia]
Projects my
eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise
sages
Release what I hold save it through my
book of rhyme pages
Scripts be ageless, like
scrolls from dead sea
The cadence off and on
like the motion of Tai Chi
Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy,
to Reflect, Eternally
Science to a remedy to
help and get my people free, but
little
support, got my thesis on freeze
My only
option's doin bootlegs for the Japanese
Get
about eight G's, a heavy buzz
overseas
Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and do
what I believe, cause
down to the chromosomes
I'm a purist to this artform
Enlighten who I
touch and let the world catch on

[Talib
Kweli + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers,
who lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the
chaos, cuttin down overzealous
players who
stare, we're the winners of the game
Walk in
well prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven
while you scared of the people livin
under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap,
made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or
some thunder
All of that was out my window when
I was younger

[Bahamadia]
Oppose for the
nine, how no content sections of the
earth
Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, laced on
every verse
My cells begin to peak at least a
hundred thousand hertz
Meanin my joint's
prevalent in Fat Beats and Footworks
I cater
to these markets first, cause they gravitate to
me
And appreciate the vision of what I do
musically

[Talib Kweli]
Mmm, mmmm,
mmmm, mmm!!
I walked in and they stared, see
how they screwin me
Break you down, til you
ain't the man you used to be
Domination of my
jurisdiction, people's addiction to lies
It
blurs the lines between the fact and
fiction
Now we back omission, I fix your face
for you, keep yappin
You start to hate the man
in the mirror like Michael
Jackson

[Bahamadia]
Majors they try to
hold me captive but mine are figure
factions
But the foundation of hip-hop hold my
braincells for ransom
I chance none, fuck them
spots on charts and number one
If it's meant,
then I'll accept it gracious when the time
comes
This grassrooted curriculum, got me
sprung like twisted ankles
Experience is
missable, so I approach it from all angles
and
inject some substance deep inside of rap's
core
Take an MC and back to where it was
before

[Talib Kweli]
Call us Liberty
like the Bell of Philadelphia scenery
Me and
Bahama-D, style free like Mumia need to
be
Seein me, feelin me, we right here on the
level
Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, exposin the
devil
Lyrical olympian like John Carlos winnin
gold medal
Take that bass out yyour voice you
talk to me in treble
I'm _Serious_ as Steady B
so you know I ain't playin
I'm stimulatin,
makin crowds MOVE like organizations in
Philly
Keep it positive, my prerogative is
exercise
See through the chaos with my third
eye
Word I exhibit the exquitiness, since a
child I was vivid
Throw your hands in the air
if you with it, dig it

[Talib Kweli +
Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who
lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the
chaos, cuttin down overzealous
players who
stare, we're the winners of the game
Walk in
well prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven
while you scared of the people livin
under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap,
made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or
some thunder
All of that was out my window when
I was younger

[Talib
Kweli]
Seven-eighteen, to five-one-three
We
meet at two-one-five
Reflection Eternal,
Bahamadia, yes yes

[Xzibit]
Yo listen
the fuck up y'all
It's Mr. X to the Z
Xzibit
Broadcastin with the home
grown
That's right, they straight out of my
backyard
The Beat Junkies, on Rawkus Records
understand me?
It's Soundbombing 2!