Sacred Part 1 Lyrics

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Lyrics to Sacred Part 1
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[Talib Kweli] Yeah, this is dedicated To all ya'll ma'fuckas who be listenin to lyrics You know there's a lot bullshit in the industry right now (Hi-Tek) But see this hip hop is sacred to us Na'msayin, sacred Got Dr. Francis Cress up in here (Eternal Reflect) Na'msayin, Mad House up in this mothafucker We boycott, what's the name of that store, Coger's Yeah, outta here Now listen, really try to understand what we tryin to say to you here Na'msayin.... Ghetto children steady rotting but ain't no stoppin Rottin flesh under the sun Makes a perfect place for a FLY to nest Settle down inside the corroded chest So it could raise it's own seed, yes yes Lies don't know what it means to be oppressed They got no feelings to express There's a tendency in bastardation we keep facin A sell-out, there is no toleration, get the hell out Or more bodies is wastin A way in the street, in between the people basing Dodgin rain drops from the sky, thinkin they fly Ain't that a bitch? Rich or thick ass from the heads on the block Not realizing they duty involves civilizing Tryin to understand but FUCK IT I need about a grand to get cash in my hand Where maggots in the chest cavity Gravity be workin against And so they downplayin the fence... Refusin to fly, the maggot don't quit It grow into a fly and be on some next shit... You will get yours within this time I master mics and I master minds Unconcious MC's, it's disaster time Wasn't my fault you couldn't read the signs Read the signs, read the signs Wasn't my fault you couldn't read the signs [?] Sent as the real, earth kill Taintin my spill for bad deals, gives a chill We're only trife, advancin bag mills but still (Do do do) Chances on the hill, we're twice as ill when I reveal [Main Flo] My sign read, gain my speed wit con weed Throughout my rhyme greed, I've always made the lines bleed I escape jakes cross-state wit rival lotto fates I stifle piracy in shadows where I hibernate It's smoke-filled caverns, ills plus the lighters flock Biters jock, I stifle heads just like I'm writer's block I'm killin patients, injected for the seven nations World got hatred, tryin to sue for reperations Cross the station, insomniacs is facin silhouettes While lyin on death beds, I murder crews wit pillow sets [Talib Kweli] You will gets yours within this time My master mics and I master minds Unconcious MC's it's disaster time Wasn't my fault you couldn't read the sign *echoes* [?] 2x '98 scripts become the norm in the storm That's why he has came in multiple form '98 scripts becomes the norm in the storm That's why he has came in multiple form '98 scripts become the norm--*gunshot* [Main Flo] You know my crew, I'm seekin righteousness wit them, god A ?spearlessly? escaped to rims of nimrod Advanced writing skills, form micro-fields Mind at ease, drinkin teas, now that on hikin hills Didactic carry us from crevices to various Revealed in the ancient most that cover areas Wit philosophic mic prophet seek the higher gossit When I cease, I'm like an Arab takin liars hostage [Talib Kweli] Nigga, we would never deliberately deceive you This is too sacred for that We would never lie to you We keep this shit too sacred for that We would never tell you un-truths, half-truths Please, that's a devil's job Fuck that *beat changes* [Donte] Keep, keep one open if you sleep The shadow's on whitewalls when night falls on the streets Certain priests bear the mark of the priest Came in the name of peace and left your brain fleece All these teach And preach, they down wit the police In the nightime they shootin up dope, and drinkin white wines To givin pipe lines, blame it on the crack fiends And black teens gettin AIDS from the vaccines They set you up Shoot you up to spook you up Isolated, plainly stated, you been betrayed I bring knowledge to solid Foul styles polished Be havin sessions wit history lessons Get demolished, I'm hi-tech Disect to lie detect Days and last, no cash, can't write a check It's foretold, prepare to travel far rows Bar codes, laws hold those playin star roles Be down key like Lee, handle yo' business tightly Rightly, outta mind outta sight see Whoever said it, read it then probably get beheaded




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