Текст Talib Kweli – Holy Moly

Talib Kweli
Yeah, as a kid growin up in Brooklyn, my pops was a DJ
He had a bunch of records — funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul
There was this one gospel record I liked like, like

Like holy moly, I might get some religion and leave you holy holy
Yeah, this rhyme is so fat it’s roly poly
I give you intimate details so you can get to know me
These corporate rappers like «Why this dude pickin on me?»
You rap your way to the top, but now it’s gettin lonely
Kids is hungry and you lookin like a steak from Nick & Tony’s
But don’t nobody want your jewels, cause your shit is phony
Say word? Your shit is real~?! Damn, your shit is corny
My rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe
Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from NEWWW YAWK
Started out skatin for Zoo York
Word hangin out at The Gavin, I was very lucky
To talk to Rash’ once I got past Derek Dudley
Got him on «Respiration», that’s pre-Badu
Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo
Sometimes I feel like I’m drownin I gotta tread water
Head above the water I always remember Headquarters
Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind focused
I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define opus
Sometimes hopeless people, fill my thoughts with evil
My record so hard it broke the needle
At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don’t give a fuck though
And disrespect the legacy of Justo
What the blood claat? No, let the blood flow
You ain’t come to pay your respect, then what you come fo’?