Talib Kweli

Work It Out

Talib Kweli


[1st Verse] 
The temperature got tempers flaring people sweat when the
weather hot 
They argue and they fret a lot then set up the plot 
To whet up the block 
Wheter or not the blood is red up in the gutter 
Music is my bread and butter 
I got a show in Brooklyn cause the ghetto love us 
Pulled up in Mtulu's truck I'm suited up I'm cool as fuck 
security tripping on my baseball hat promoter knew what's up 
Plus Chaps had on some denim shorts and white tee shirt and 
I told the bouncer they being disrespectful cuz like you we
working 
I ain't a custy or a patron and trust me no one would be paying

To come in this crusty ass club if I wasn't playing 
He's like "I'll put you the fuck out" 
And when you put your word like that its like third strike black
you struck out 
His man tried to rush me from behind Chaps stuck out a size nine

Seen him trip face first into the line 
Cats is cowards with no spine and they power tripping too 
The next level is the violence so what y'all niggaz wanna 

[Hook] 
Work it out 
We should try to work it out 
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out 
Read the book, pray to god 
Look inside to work it out 
We should try to work it out 
Yo what y'all ladies wanna do 
Work it out 
To get fly she work it out 
People lie, people cry, people die to work it out 
Read the book, pray to god 
Look inside to work it out 
Show the love 
Lose the hate 
Work it out 
Work it out 

[2nd Verse] 
Peolpe placed in situations they cant take and what they facing

Is the trials and tribulations to make them say the lords
forsaken them 
Their loved ones intervening but they always blaming them 
For problems they don't realize what they part is in creating
them 
Like men who so insecure think they women cheating on them 
And women who think the proof that they man love them is they
beating on them 
Keep sleeping on them soon they partner creeping on them 
Committing crimes of passion they in caskets mother weeping on
them 
With her head in her hands 
There's only one thing that the dead understand that it's better
to be alive 
Now what you gonna do stick your head in the sand 
You probably the type to fall for anything and take that instead
of a stand 
Now that's a mouse instead of a man 
I cherish my role as the head of my fam 
And on the road I meet incredible fans 
I rock with singers an a DJ instead of a band we at a theatre
near you 
So what y'all niggaz wanna do 

[Hook] 

[3rd Verse] 
Stay civilized when they try to kill my high I try to think
through problems 
Bring honesty to rap like Cam'ron brought the pink to Harlem 
You could be on the brink to stardom and suddenly you sink to
bottom 
Tell the truth about the war and suddenly you linked Saddam 
Hate the topic but the closet people get to patriotic 
Is red bull white vodka mixed with the straight hypnotic 
Paper prophets sell the revolution so they make a profit 
Trust they got it fucked up with your taxes started making
rockets 
Take it off the top like politicians speaking proper diction 
Stuffing dollars in they britches like they do a lotta stripping

Got the top position bitching about the quality of life 
All that bullshit get exposed as soon as Kweli sees the mic 
They cutting down the tree of life the sun rays is running out 
The babies ain't eating right so the guns keep coming out 
See how they play the streets an night slap the taste out your
mouth 
To show you what they work about 
So what y'all niggaz want to do 

[Hook]