Letra de Richies Part Two - Talib Kweli & Madlib

(Feat. Madlib, Roc Marciano, Westside Gunn)

Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away

Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today

Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough and diamond rings (Uh)

This is a fantastic album, man, let me borrow it

They want shiny things, (My niggas) Go bang bang

No, my brother, you got to buy your own

Yo, your top artist to me is target practice (Yup)

Too many washed rappers, the markets crashin'

I might'a caught that on a podcast or in passin'

You recall what I taught in class 'cause we don't give hall passes (No)

Don't get caught in traffic lackin'

It'll feel like you was white water rafting the boy eyeballs fall out his glasses (Woah)

Uh, I just dropped a gold bar up in Gold Yard

They thought I was quarterback how I was throwin' yards with a pro's arm (Go deep)

Just to think I used to break in homes with a crowbar

Break a hoe arm and so on (And so on)

The blow of my only road dog (Yup)

I'm a lone wolf

Yeah I'm solo but I'm not vulnerable

Head shots only like a photo booth, Gucci logos all over the goose

I told you: cappin' for promo, that's a bozo move (Clown shit)

Uh, that's a bozo move (Disgusting)

Even Tony shot Manolo, Ghost shot Rolla

It's the same shit over and over

It's closure, it's subculture

Even your own brother 'll smoke you

Even your own brother 'll smoke you

Ayo, I'm everything you niggas dream of

Green Beam on a street sweeper let me tell you something mean Jean

Fiends lean CDG hearts on the jeans genius

Gott'm beggin' on my doors for teasers

Gimme two now I buy six later please yes

Here it take two if I ion get my money then you meetin' Jesus

He fresh front row next to Julia

32 shots, hit you with 22 of'm

Cave in your roofs and lay you’re Canadian Goose

I play the Mac like 3000 playing the...[flute]

All H plate with the residue we never lackin'

When there was a drought we chargin’ 5000 extra

Hermes orange heckler Marni mock neck galore

Stressin' the box, he got a thousand months left

Allah bless! Ah

Hopped out the coup, bitch want to fuck my neck (Scrrt!)

I must confess, the flow so wavy it got'm seasick (Yeah)

Campaigning for hearts and minds like I'm flyin' over droppin' them leaflets

Psychological violence like what we hit the Vietnamese with

Got my pho shaking like the beef is; that's deep shit

International cuisine the menu is prefixed (Set priced)

From etiquette, I'll stab you with the fork you use to eat fish

You ain't on no street shit, your remarks facetious

The mark of the beast is marketed to the youth and the truth is the abuse is egregious (Real talk)

I developed a wider pallet; the diet is divers scallops

Towers in front of the palace phallic but you [write us off the fighters' ballot?]

I had to put away things that's childish (What up?)

I'm a grown man so my hands is calloused

I put'm on you watch you curl up like a cowlick

Fuck your suggestions if your house a mess

The feds got me monitored like house arrest

'Cause my politics is Malcom X

You talk too much just give your mouth a rest

I live my life without the stress, 'cause niggas love the drama like it's Falcon Crest

Finer thangs, hoes like dough and diamond rings

They want shiny things, Go bang bang

Yea, you're real lucky at this game

Go bang bang

But the minute you put yourself away from the people, no matter how backward and corny you might think they are, then you are isolated, standing there by yourself, and you will get killed! You will get killed, and it's not about being killed! Liberation is not about being killed! We are not interested in those suicides. We want to live! We want a new life! Everything of value in the black community we must control

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