The Perfect Beat (feat. KRS-ONE) (Explicit) (Amended Version)

The Perfect Beat - Talib Kweli/KRS-One

Talib this is crazy yo this is crazy

Hah what'chu doing

Throw your hands up c'mon

BK to BX and every place in between it's all 7-18 like

Grand concourse whassup

We got beats to the rhyme and the rhyme is so fresh yo

So what'chu got 9's and tecs

You no threat It's the beat

How you get your cake don't matter

It takes heart the lyrics been replaced with the swagger

I stay sharp enough to slash your face like a dagger

The actors been replaced with the rappers

The rappers been replaced with the actors

See how they try to stay on the beat the pig

Route when he walking down the street to the beat

Woop sound of da police

What is the life of a true hip-hopper the beats

Peace love unity living proper with the beats

In any endeavor whatever we will prosper with our beats

Some cats are real other are impostors with beats

We the realest livest the rawest

Survivors with beats

We avoided the cops we focused on beets

Spitting all we saw was stacks of rhymes written elite

Way too smart for the system of course

We know a smart free black man just pisses 'em off

What they like is when we glisten and gloss

Flashing millions but still taking a loss

Bump the beat yeah all in the street

Talib yo I think it's 'bout time to speak

Word

Watch me take it there life ain't no christmas there

Hell yeah it's crystal clear when kweli and kris is here

Searching for the perfect beat I went to east dayt'

It's crazy and fugazi how they slaves to they release date

They try to look away they're scared to look inside

Asking why like a guy who look for god up in the sky

Searching high and low behind the doing inside the drawer

Little did he know that the beat was trying to find a flow

Stuck in limbo how low can you go

A punched hole through your stomach lining like tylenol

Build all kind of rolled metaphors and similies

That'll have you doubting my competitor's abilities

My whole body is a spiritual facility

Rock a vest after a lyrical killing spree

The illest delivery later for the talk we need action

Silence is golden but the violence is platinum

When you rapping to the beat

Boom bap who's that

KRS-one bring the beat back

The perfect beat we seek that knowledge of mind we speak that

We don't speak weak crap over weak tracks

Move that we speak boom bap live in the club

We can show and prove that

It ain't old school or new school it's true school rap

Beat you 'til you're blue and black true dat

It's better beat win again work the street

Moving again insert the heat

Looking again for the perfect beat

Don't look in the book to learn to eat

Write up a hook learn to speak

Never be shook follow the heat

Forever they look weak

TK you must speak

Teaching 'em how to eat to live they cheap

And their pimp is pleading the fifth

Bleeding as if they going to war

Everytime they leaving the crib

Sneakers and whips police be peeping the strip

You see 'em walking the beat

Believing the pimps who eating the shrimps

So John's walking the street

Looking for a sweet face in each case

Trying to get they heartbeat racing and the dark meat be tasting

So delicious my description so good to the beat

It's lifted right from the sounds that you hear in the hood when you sleep

Bring the beat back

All that whackness we don't need that

You gotta bring the beat back

All that whack garbage we don't need that

Bring the beat back all that weakness we don't need that

Selector bring the beat back bring the beat back

Selector listen

Yeah DJ Rhettmatic

Talib Kweli

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