What the * is that?
If we fight to the left we fight to the right
If you fight to the death we fight to the right
.. to the right
We go right to left we fight to the left
.. to the right
.. Again
If we fight to the left we fight to the right

We go right to left we fight to the right
If we fight to the death we fight to the right
.. To the front
A chance to purge
.. RedNER
RedNER
I want to write away, I want to write here
I want to write brave words to fight fear
I write dreams and nightmares
I might scare the folks stuck in a day with nothing to say
While I'm way ahead by light years, yeah
So beware and keep the lights on
I wanna write the songs and write the wrong
Write in the light so you can see in the dark
So deep you gotta be still like you're beating hard
My words apply the pressure to make the bleeding stop
I see the art, living right, eating smart
I wanna write to life and write to death
Police read you your rights, so write to left
But I never write to remain silent
I fight through police lines
Cops want the beat that I write to, I teach mine
And write rhymes with the right sounds
Right now, journalists write up, I write down
Harder people put a hand in the sky
*** a cloud and squeeze till no man is dry
We wet it up while asking people if they planning to die
They can't stand to live, consumers planning to buy
Slow death, operators here standing by
They take your order for the slaughter of the family bond
Do they make it so hard for a man to provide?
Yo, you better get with it or stand to the side
Stand to the side, stand to the side
You better get with it or stand to the side
Stand to the side, stand to the side
You better get with it or stand to the side
And the storyline goes on
Right to left, who's right, who's wrong
The politics and pride
I just try to stay alive
To witness where the battle lines are drawn
Speak my mind and I sing my song
I'm passing on the moral, y'all
Cause this ain't play, true God
I know the way is hard, na-ah-ah-ah
Open eyes, see far, hope alive
Sing it y'all, na-ah-ah-ah
See it y'all, yeah
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da, ba-da-da
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da, ba-da
Ba-da, ba-da, ba-da, ba-da-da
I'm makin' my way through life, talkin' to elders that are takin' advice
Ignorin' they words and payin' the price
Livin' the world with false preachers, God is prayin' to Christ
Get with the young girls in the choir and be layin' the pipe
No control of our soul, we all wait at the light
So craft the bow that we hit in the fight
To make it right, late at night, I'm controlled by the DJ on the mic
I love hip-hop, and every joint he playin' is tight
A day in the life is a brick in the foundation, I'm like a mace
Into Egypt, amazin' when I'm creatin' a site
For the world to behold and the story to last
So when they ghetto children can visit their glorious past
After parkin' notorious past, what do we have?
N***a worth more when they dead, it's so sad
Started with the slavery, we finished the plan
But I broke the cycle and became a man
Part of people put a hand in the sky
*** a plow to squeeze till no man is dry
We wetted up while askin' people if they plannin' to die
They can't stand to live, consumers plannin' to buy
Slow death, operators that standin' by
They takin' order for the slow death
Order of the family, why?
Do they make it so hard for a man to provide?
Yo, you better get with it or stand to the side
Stand to the side, stand to the side
Stand to the side, we'll get better
Stand to the side, stand to the side
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Yo
I got my man Sabian in the house
I'm about to put it down
Here we go, come on
Yeah
And I'll be where you at
I'll be right here, you know, I don't wanna stay inside
Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
In order to expand, I'm just thinking
I don't wanna ever drop, I don't wanna lose the moniker
The Talib Kweli moniker
But I'm thinking, over headlights, it doesn't fly
I want to just put it in your head.
You don't have to answer me now.
We don't have to come up with anything now.
I want to maybe talk about, you know, like, P. Diddy.
He changed it.
Talib Kweli, a.k.a. T. Quilly.
T. Biggity.
Something. You figure it out.
You're the artist, see?
That's why you get paid the big bucks.