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letra de ghetto afterlife - talib kweli & hi tek

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these n-gg-z ain’t thugs, the real thugs is the government
don’t matter if you independent, democrat or republican
n-gg-z politickin’ the street, get into beef
start blastin’, now a new cat is executive chief

with a, p-ssion for heat you get, blast in yo’ seat
die before you crash in yo’ jeep, never p-ssin’ 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 n-gg-z is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two

get mad, who the f-ck are you? what you gonna do?
exactly what i thought nothin’, in the sport of frontin’
you the undisputed champion, i’m in a cl-ss you can’t be in
my words is flesh like jesus, the aquarian
(let’s stop right here [unverified])
(so you think that i’m a fool, ayy, man [unverified])

it’s just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
where they sacrifice the life and n-gg-z see flashes of light
when you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin’ at the wife

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 h-ll, let the dust settle first
then you ask the question, sn-tchin’ the life of the innocent
sh-t 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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z in tenements, dyin’ for benjamins
so bad that they know they own coffin measurements
ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don’t be hesitant
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
(i’ma give, give, give it to, to you straight)
(straight up and down)

just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
where they sacrifice the life and n-gg-z see flashes of light
when you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin’ at the wife

n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z 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)

- talib kweli hi tek

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