Letra de SWAT - Talib Kweli & J. Rawls

(Feat. J. Rawls, Coast Contra)

J. Rawls

Aw, this crazy

Ayo, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

I said, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

Ayo, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

C'mon, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

Ayo, you heard other raps before

But kept waitin' for the sun of song, must be the dawn, you ready for fight or flight

I bring the light like the one joint Common on

Bombin' on sight, these wack acts get the ax like a tomahawk

You 'sleep, then keep the pajamas on

You'd rather be the people in the comments than the people they comment on

I take my meetings [?][0:34] conference call, talkin' to my niggas like Papa John

It's more levels of walkin' across petals (Get 'em)

Raisin' your frequency like falsetto (Get 'em)

When they say they bringin' the peace, it's Palmetto (Get 'em)

Yup, more metal be keepin' the score settled

Son, these devils got a war fetish

I navigated through a war era, now I cause terror with the torch bearers

The Coast Contras, the modern-day prophets

Overcomin' the optic, the triple-stage darkness (Go)

Adventure is raisin' temperatures on thermometers (C'mon)

'Cause it spread like wildfire, they callin' the strain Andromeda

The atmospheric pressure is fresher, break the barometer

Got us so involved, they mistakin' me for a conjurer

Growin' a cult followin', flowin' from the abdominal

Glowin', I'm so phenomonal, impossible is nothin'

Topical like discussions, these academics debatin'

I'm packin' these situations like baggage on vacations

Guess who? (Who?) Who else? Me, nigga, damn

T-A-J A-U-S-T-I-N

Wake up, do the damn thing like Mack 10

IPhone, unlocked screen, yeah, I'm tapped in

White noise comin' from a block full of Black men

Mark A. with the parlay, what's happenin', brother?

Say, niggas sayin' they could rap type tough

Heard a couple lines, it was wack (Shit was hyped up)

Coulda left 'em in the dark, but they wouldn't lighten up

So you know I brought Da Vinci codes to decipher

Check the dial, spray the bullet, niggas ran, couple back-back

One ducked like he was insured by Aflac

Make a nigga swallow pride 'til his stomach hurt

Almost twenty-nine and I'm still on a growth spurt

Once he done, nigga burnin' red like a toaster

Now I'm really tryna save the culture

They afraid, say the end of days comin' closer

But I pray, so I'm unfazed with composure

Real hip-hop nigga, everything kosher

This shit not me, I do not know, sir

I kick in your door, everybody get low like SWAT

We was just flies on the wall like SWAT

Tryna bust a move on the block like SWAT

Even when the door unlocked

I said, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

Ayo, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

C'mon, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

Well, alright, tell them niggas pass the mic

I'm like, "Hey, don't you have somethin' for me? (Ayy, what you got, my niggas, what's up?)

Big piece of land with a little bit of money (I need that)

Extra couple mil' 'cause you know a nigga hungry

Why you always actin' like you gave a nigga somethin'? (What?)

Like I ain't put that labor in or somethin' (What?)

Like we don't put that water out that save 'em in the summer (What?)

Coast Contra the navy, no way we goin' under (What?)

They don't know which way that I be comin'

Straight outta conscience, who else come with lyrical content

Free you from bondage with these bars like convicts?

My concepts for my dogs sometimes far fetched

For knowledge, I go hang out with all vets

I'm good regardless, you lookin' at the dark-skinned Clark Kent

Sky-walkin' over moons and Martians, the force is awesome

Keep them off us, keep your offers

Keep your poison, keep your carpet

Red light, please don't cross us

Uma Thurman, move with caution

Russian roulette, let's bet that we'll keep revolvin'

Octopus, when I spit, bitch, the ink look gorgeous

Fuckin' with niggas who pens could compete with swordfish, Coast

My voice was the first instrument to make a sound (Uh)

That's music to my ears, y'all gon' listen to me now (Yeah)

We the talk of the town, the gods' in here

Bow down, now go and tell 'em like Paul Revere

That they gon' try to bite my style with they new veneers

I'm too prepared, got loose screws, crews beware

Me and my brothers cold crush, I'm the R, the river

My flow razor-sharp like The RZA

A diamond in the rough, blame the pressure from the system

Hablando en español, I'm a Black man, listen

Turn me up pa' que me escuchen, sniff this

Every line's a brick from Pablo's kitchen

Warmin' up her oven, she told me, "Don't forget the mittens"

You know my style raw, stop trippin'

In this rap shit, I don't see no competition

Encontré el idioma, huh, it's no difference

Uno de los mejore', esto no son palabra', son más colore' (Ey)

Desde la calle de valle de choca pa' que lo goce' (Sí)

Con cuida'o, esto te da un sobredosis

It's Coast and Kweli at your door

Yeah, you know we 'bout to

Kick in your door, everybody get low like SWAT

We was just flies on the wall like SWAT

Tryna bust a move on the block like SWAT

Even when the door unlocked

I said, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

Ayo, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

C'mon, who's in the house tonight? Coast, Kweli

Don't nobody wanna mess with the R-A-S

Say they make a AK spray, mayday, mayday, stay safe

Killin' niggas up in the hood, wasn't KKK

Hey, hey, Broadway, these rappers all perpetrate

Dope dealers choppin' that brick up, not for sensei's sake

And if not, you dry snitch a lot, play-by-play

That RICO trial got 'em locked, he gon' need JPay

The DA bumpin' your shit up on the PA (PSA)

Keep that in mind when you create, 'kay?

We all go astray, I can't judge, even I ricochet

Thank God, given me grace, helped me elevate

Where you tryna take me? (Higher)

I said, where you tryna take me? (Higher)

High hopes for the most high, try most

To live on a high note, my partner was diagnosed

He sick and tired, he uninspired, he die most

Between the hours of nine to five, he divulged

To me, is that 'posed to be a beacon for my folks?

They're speakin' to our souls

From here to the Congo, ain't nowhere we can't go

So free your mind, you peek through the blinds to shine more

See me and mines 'cause we outside, yellin', "S"

S for the dominant sound

W 'cause we still winnin' somehow

A, a is for the African child in America

T is where the truth get found

T is in you where the truth get found

T is in you where the truth get found

T is in you where the truth get found

T is in you where the truth get found

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