Hostile Gospel Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)

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[Intro: singers (Talib)] Deliver us, deliver us (Yeah) Deliver us, deliver us (What? Yeah) [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 fucked 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 fuckin 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 "Fuck 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] [Outro: singer] In these tryin days and times All I need is to be free I can't do it on my own Lord can you deliver me? There are trials still to come It's salvation that I need So I'm reachin to the sky Lord can you deliver me? Deliver us... Deliver us, yeah Deliver us, ohhhhhhhhhh Oh, deliver us Deliver us Ohhhhh Deliver us yes Deliver us, deliver us, deliver us Yeah yeah yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh... [ad libs to fade]

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