Palookas - Talib Kweli, Sean Price

From now on this thing is ours

Got 'em paintin war instead of paintin flowers

They shower they heroes with praises, while we hangin ours

We bring the drums to the battle cause we bang the loudest

You don’t know a thing about it, if you mixing King or Malcolm

Bet you that Kweli the outcome

Album’s so hot, that my ghetto chicks is bringin talcum

Whether you sing or shout it

They gave somebody else the crown but I’m the King without it

Your Queen is ridin with me, she’s always slidin with me

You can’t stop me like the bullets that’s inside of 50

They try to diss me but whenever I say «bye», they miss me

You walkin with me or you alien like Mork & Mindy

You talkin with me if they often envy

Take it off the table and the Devil run a label

'Cause the Lord is with me

Arrogance bring the fall of many

My name echo like the hall is empty

You don’t wanna a war against me

Hey, if this the cut, I’m the surgeon

Assassinate your character, cast aspersions

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one (worst one)

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one (worst one)

Hey, I know it hurts son

But you against me, a .50 Cal verse a squirt gun

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one

Why?

You and your man some palookas, you scared of my medulla

You see beyond the shadow of a doubt, I’m born ready, steady as the hand of the

shooter

In the flesh, yes, the embodiment of man verse computer

I make all the women abandon they suitors

Do the math, you see you can’t measure up to the ruler

Word, on behalf of all the fans and consumers

I’m buildin with Fred Hampton Jr., man we plannin a future

Not preachin, we do it different, we liftin the youth up

We spittin it too tough, too sick for these new thugs

Or goons, whatever they called, they softer than nubuck

Vampires in the club, sippin that «True Blood»

I’m a «Midnight Marauder» and a slaughter for the «Tribe»

Or mortal line, bustin at the cops like Mortal Kai

The sort of guy that mortify

These clown ass rappers since 45 live

And you know it man

Hey, if this the cut, I’m the surgeon

Assassinate your character, cast aspersions

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one (worst one)

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one (worst one)

Hey, I know it hurts son

But you against me, a .50 Cal verse a squirt gun

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one

Yo, Sean Price, mad nice, accept that

My worst verse sound like your best rap

Put on your bent plaque, I pay double on trips

I punch you, up in your face and double your lips

This be the dumbest shit I ever wrote

No 2Pac Shakur, just two shots, ya floored

Listen, the gun clapper, the dumb rapper, the young rapper

Dig in your pockets and leave with your funds faster

Fuckin new rap rookies

Get beat to death, New Jack Pookie

Face fucked with the H stuck in your grill

Play tough and get scrapped up in the 'ville

Afro-American minus the afro

Bald-headed American lettin the gat blow

Shut the fuck up before you get hurt son

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one

Hey, if this the cut, I’m the surgeon

Assassinate your character, cast aspersions

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one (worst one)

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one (worst one)

Hey, I know it hurts son

But you against me, a .50 Cal verse a squirt gun

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one

You ain’t got a verse better than my worst one