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    "Ghetto Afterlife" Lyrics

    Talib Kweli feat. Kool G Rap

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    (Talib Kweli)
    These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government
    Don't matter if you independent, democrat or republican
    Niggaz politickin the street, get into beef
    Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief
    With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo' seat
    Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never passin in your sleep
    like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole plan
    to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land
    The future of your whole fam' hang in the balance
    You the king, and your block is the palace
    Y'all niggaz is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
    Keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two
    Get mad, who the fuck are you? What you gonna do?
    Exactly what I thought - NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
    you the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you can't be in
    My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian

    (*scratched* "Let's stop right here)
    ("So you think that I'm a fool..")
    ("Ayy man.. (??)")

    (Chorus) (Talib Kweli & Kool G. Rap)
    (T) It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
    Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
    (K.G) Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light
    When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife

    (Talib Kweli)
    Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin
    Chicks gettin money is still ghetto
    Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto
    Your team let the metal burst before you take an L
    you raised in hell, let the dust settle first
    Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent
    Shit happens huh, a man's respected by his actions
    It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma
    while the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat
    You don't know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself
    Relate to rap niggaz cause they writin what you felt
    You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran
    We suck the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine
    We benefit from niggaz in tenements, dyin for benjamins
    So bad that they know they own coffin measurements
    Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be hesistant
    or fall victim to the element, word is bond

    "So while y'all keep on fakin the funk,
    we gonna keep on walkin through the darkness carryin our torches"
    -> DJ Premier
    *scratched* "I'ma give-give-give it to-to you straight"
    "Straight up and down!" -> DJ Premier

    (Chorus) (Talib Kweli & Kool G. Rap)
    (T) Just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
    Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
    (K.G) Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light
    When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife

    (Kool G. Rap)
    Niggaz get caught up in the struggle
    End up in court in trouble, sportin a bubble
    Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble
    Hit the blocks with a portion to double
    Flip and get tossed in the huddle
    Police with one piece short of the puzzle
    It's a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle
    and the G's'll make your knees buckle
    Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
    Cheese double but all the speedy niggaz bleed puddles
    Make the headlines; some try to escape the fed time
    Phone taps on direct lines - tec-9's with the red shine
    Jake climbin through the bedroom blinds
    Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs
    Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck time
    One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime
    Pieces of hot lead left in your mind
    One slug to the left of your spine
    Forever late to rest on the shrine

    ("So you think that I'm a fool..")
    This song was submitted on October 27th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC.
    Written by Gene Chandler, Nathaniel Wilson, Talib Kewli Greene, Tony Cottrell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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