Radio Silence - Talib Kweli, Amber Coffman, Myka 9

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We home, let’s go

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We home, let’s go!

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Born this way

The universe wasn’t formed in a day

Praise the Lord and pray

We the children of God, better learn how to walk this way

Try to walk with faith but it’s hard, what more could I say?

I feel I’m cursed so I talk this way

Gotta write what I’m livin' in graffiti

It’s the hood hieroglyphics so I’m lookin' for a wall to spray

You could picture me rollin', you could picture me holdin'

You could never picture me foldin'

Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man

Kiss my entire colon

Great mind, even though the legacy is stolen

It’s all for the silver and gold

You can tell you in the ghetto from the litter in the road

Man this middle-of-the-road shit really getting old

Which one is the real you?

I don’t know, it’s still you

How can I tell if you under a spell?

Did the fake you kill you?

Better pass the mic in the afterlife

If so, let me spit flows, good enough to offer to God as a sacrifice

Born again like I passed away, castigated for being honest

Caught bail like a castaway, cause I feel like I’m swimmin' on an island

When I’m gettin' introspective: that’s radio silence

When I’m fuckin' up program directives: that’s radio violence

You were the one who wants to slow me down

I’m a criminal when you’re around

What makes me think you would love me?

What makes you want to unplug me?

Born this way, woke up like this

The midpoint between science and religion

Is tryna find out what the meaning of life is

October 3rd, '75, my birth is a blessing

Ain’t no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better

I live on the edge, I’ll send you a postcard

Fuck a phone, I got a chip on my neck that’s a close call

Turn the lights off, see how we glow in the dark

Or we growin' apart or tryna survive the flood like we in Noah’s Ark

We battin' down the hatchets and we set sail

Tryna get far away from inhalin' them chemtrails

My intel says they makin' people out of the stem cells

The gun’s our sunflower seed, we love to spit shells

When them super soakers get let off, it don’t end well

«I ain’t know you like to get wet, dawg», like Denzel

They hype it up like marketers, sparklin' like a fish scale

'Til you chasin' a high like Captain Ahab after that big whale

It’s criminal

You were the one who wants to slow me down

I’m a criminal when you’re around

What makes me think you would love me?

What makes you want to unplug me?

Born this way, Capricorn, L.A. on the day of January 15

Dr. King, his dream torn from a warm womb formed from the clay, existing

Shifting from the essence, uplifting in the presence, just drifting, gifting

Through this mortal coil, with mystic lessons from the sage

California spoiled a blessing, blissed up, my first breath in outer space

I kissed death in the face, no identity complex, it gets left in its place

I’m proud to say, no aborted torment to my rejection

Miffed, dismayed and somewhat befuddled

I struggled to hustle and come up when the blood corpuscle boils

I’m pressin' issues, it’s business that’s mixed with pleasure

It’s plizness to play and get paid during this clone war for DNA

You should know more about the donors confessing my doula from prenatal

I’m off fire, water, elixir of liquor with soft or hardcore drugs in my system

Sicker desire to be delivered wisdom, pour black, white sexy texture of lovers

Like jungle fever, wild zebras to make this fetus, brother

The son of my father, I want to hear my one Shawki and my daughter Aja

Lecture selections in musical meters in physics, you should explore and visit

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Exquisite shores and districts, take a breather

Believe in your epic eye memory, you are descendant of natural leaders

Extended from before the Nephilim, Bethlehem, even Eden

And new testaments, Heaven-sent, energy, books, messages read them

Scriptures, look at the various sizes of giants in Egyptian pictures

Stonehenge endured the mathematics of Mayans and megalithic structures

Evidence frequencies Vedas, we’re just the latest reproduction

Created out of pure star dust and made in his image but God is greatest!