Aint listened to it. But I hope he's not bringing that ****** shit that used to come out his mouth. Man it take a man to turn Christian before he stop degrade himself. What a ting.

Aint really felt that much of Kweli's stuff since Black starr and reflection eternal days - I don't like listening to this tune - musically it grates me but here are the lyrics

"Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)"


[Talib Kweli]
And what the people say? We wanna live it up
And what the people want? Please deliver us
And what the people need? Hey...
I got that, yeah

[Talib Kweli]
I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds
What become of the vets? They drugged up, they ****ed up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang it's like a club or a set
Hip-Hop's the new WWF
What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget
We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a ****in disaster
Back to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?
An entertainer or the author of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists, shit
We still waitin for the Congress to acknowledge this~!

[Chorus: Talib Kweli & singers in the background]
What the people want? Please deliver us
We wanna live it up, please deliver us
Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching through the fire - please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir - please deliver us
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow

[Talib Kweli]
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your paper up
You can't always just borrow and asks for favors bruh
Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's stuff
Karma's a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin bruh
I start a conversation based on general observation
Hip-Hop is not a nation, take it to population
Niggaz got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan
Awaitin trial debatin how the hell I got placed in this system
Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination?
They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement
You hear the congregation; this is the hostile gospel
The truth is hard to swallow it'll leave you scarred tomorrow
Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled
I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
DJs stickin to vinyl like "**** Serato"
Suppliers who ride around the block, in the custom models
Ballin like the struck the lotto you know who the cleanest is
A nigga keep it reeich with the stitch and greedy geniuses
I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker pimp
Expose the game, treat it like a bitch
Smack fire out these hoes, cause they snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth
You can't trust a soul in the biz, so be careful who you eatin with
and sleepin with and also who you chiefin with
You never know they might've added in secret ingredients

[Chorus]

[Talib Kweli]
Freedom's a road that's seldom traveled, watch hell unravel
Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle
The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water
And not take the hand of every man who make a offer
To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids
Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this"
White kids wishin they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers
It's all backwards it's identity crisis
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us
Drug suppliers is the health care providers
We cakin, makin narcotics outta household products
We ain't workin out 'til we exorcise the demons that's inside us
Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves
Enough dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves
It's officially nigga season, these niggaz is bleedin
That's why I'm spittin freedom we had enough of trigger squeezin

[Chorus]



TALIB KWELI LYRICS - Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)

what's your beef with talib ?

My beef with Talib is that I bought the album Trail of thought many years back now. Gradually as with all hip hop I couldnt stomach the Ni.. rubbish any longer.

My beef is he is going to more older and established cultures and helping to subvert and bring all that negative Diasporia brainwashing into the motherland for a quick buck. Tell me how a Yoruba/ Igbo/ or whatever should releate to "thees ******s is bleeding". Its backwards and I really dont have to explain myself anymore than that.

One of the roadblocks to our progress is this idealism that isn't rooted in reality or practicality.

Grand speeches and soliloquies that are made but lead to NO improvement of conditions.

I respect your right to not support an artist whose words offend you..but Talib is speaking for himself in the vernacular/idioms that his audience can relate to.


And keeping it 100% real, current day urban Nigeria with its ills and violence has a lot of young people who can relate to what Kweli is rapping about.

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[quote=DtotheJ;1462212]One of the roadblocks to our progress is this idealism that isn't rooted in reality or practicality.

Idealism??!! No brother. Just basics. What is normal to you is not normal for those outside America. I think you'll do well to remember that.

I respect your right to not support an artist whose words offend you..but Talib is speaking for himself in the vernacular/idioms that his audience can relate to.

How many young Nigerian youth go around calling themselves the Nword. Not many I would wager. And those that do havge no doubt been culturally stupified by the shit that passes for music out of hip hop studios nowaydays.

So cant agree. He needs to keep his cultural backwardness to himself.

Cool of you to only copy and respond to half of my post. I know why.