Niggas Lie Alot

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