Talib Kweli

Niggas Lie Alot

Talib Kweli


I ain't out to diss nobody 
But we gone keep it real for a second 
Can we keep it real for a second 
Brooklyn stand up 
If you doing ya grizzly I respect that 
But a lot of rappers is saying things they don't mean 
People see through that 
Talib Kweli 

[Chorus:] 
Niggas lie a lot, niggas lie a lot 
Niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie a lot 
I know you think you nice, 
You just nice on ya block 
With these crabs in the bow 
Tryin' to rise to the top 

[Verse 1:] 
This is why I'm hot
This is why I'm hot
I ain't scared to die 
I ain't scared of gettin' shot 
I got the fear of God 
And from all that I been through 
If you fuck with the family 
Then I gotta put it in you 
Pause, now continue 
I love the competition 
I ain't got no issue with the battles or dissin' 
But I keep it straight with you 
We shootin' from the hip 
I can't stand these rappers that just shootin' off they lip 
Every rapper is a clapper 
Your producer is a shooter 

Engineer gotta nine 
Label goss gotta ruger 
Yeah right we ain't stupid 
We don't believe these losers 
Gotta mac in the booth 
Tell the truth, it's a computer 
So let me guess you make it that impressin'
I seen you on MySpace, you just wanna be friends 
So let's not pretend, I respected ya block 
Until I put it all together, now let's connect the dots 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2:] 
Ok, you say you rap 
You know how I can tell you whack 
It's 2007 and you still sellin' crack 
Back in 1986 when we was shootin' over sneakers 
Crack was king but now they slangin' and it's drastically cheaper 
It ain't a real demand there ain't no short supply 
Just the same old crackheads getting twice as high 
These niggas like to lie on how they kill on corners 
They still corny, they don't know what the real New York is 
Faster than a rose in crime inner city drop 
It wasn't cuz the mayor added 40,000 cops 
You on the corner like, "Wow, my style is pretty hot" 
But my style mile is equal to 20 city blocks 
Most say New York is soft 
It's softer with the beef shit 
Niggas can't separate the music from the street shit 
Man that's some weak shit 
Them niggas never classic 
Remember bastards 
Talib Kweli forever blacksmithin