Talib Kweli Distractions

Talib Kweli Distractions



You wish it was you, don't you why you asking?

Try to break the law of attraction

Get a piece of my attention like a fraction of a ration

Or a measly little morsel

They suck your blood and you believe in the immortals

We nocturnal like a sleeping disorder

See the water drawing away from the shore

This ain't no ordinary storm

We fighting for a humanitarian cause

But have yet to show up in Darfur

The Arab Spring is what it's called

But they looking at the pride before the fall

They say it ain't about the spoils of war

But turn around and tell you how much more the oil will cost

Steal the land from the Native American and make our missiles Tomahawks

Make him a mascot, dress up like him for sport

As a final assault to his beautiful culture

Scavengers, feasting on the dead like a vulture

Snacking; how you keeping up with my rapping?

You barely keeping up with Kardashian

You caught up in distraction

It's the living proof you try to make the truth elastic as Mr. Fantastic

We recycling these rappers

Truthfully, these dudes is plastic

Coming through the front door blasting

I ain't talking bout them e-mails

That you always send to the masses

That somehow end up in my trash bin

The game is distraction

Give a fuck if the President wear a flag pin

Rhyming is deep as holes Chilean miners are trapped in

Or the cracks in the earth under Asia Minor causing disasters

Deep cuts way above your minor infractions

Talk to people like children cause that's how they acting

Hold their hands like minors in traffic

The captains of industry and the leaders of status quo

Have a deep-seeded fear of change

For them it's strange they wanna go

Back to the 50s, they asking for a return

But them days is much blacker, for lack of a better term

We adapted to this culture, but this culture we had to learn

Came about as as natural as a perm on a pachyderm

These fascists have had their turn

We passing them German burners, them Lugers

The next shooters waiting for Superman, they get nothing but Lex Luthor

America's nightmare, vivid as Fred Kruger

Our heroes are dead to us

Spirit that bled through us

Endear us with the spirit but the flow is so foolish

What you hearing is precision

The people so thirsty, what they seeing is mirages

But this passion Photoshopping and your YouTube collages

Coming through like Collossus

Exposing the false prophet

Taught how to do the knowledge so I'm never off-topic

A lie is like a potion

First it gets you open

Then you swallow whole straight for the truth

Fuck the chaser, skip religion and the politics

And head straight to the compassion

Everything else is a distraction



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