Lyrics
Synonymous with the apocalypse, lord can you deliver me
I can t do it on my own, they in debt Kweli, look up the clouds is ominous
i m not a hipster
You ain t promised tomorrow, i m preaching to the choir please deliver us just keep it real with us
What do you rap or do you wrestle, niggas got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of satan
They in debt, they fucked up, i m not a hipster
I start a conversation based on general observation, please deliver us th-th-this is the
We still waitin for the congress to acknowledge this, and what the people say, hip-hop s the new wwf
They in debt, we wanna live it up and what the people want
You hear the congregation this is the hostile gospel, and what the people say
So be careful who you eatin with, we living in these times of love and cholera
We need someone to follow, there ain t no love and no respect
Is he a backpacker, you think you on, an entertainer
I m preaching to the choir please deliver us just keep it real with us, we need someone to follow
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us drug suppliers is the health care providers, they exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement
please deliver us we wanna live it up
hip-hop s the new wwf
lord can you deliver me
These niggas is bleedin, it s salvation that i need
Hip-hop s the new wwf, these niggas keep it bottled Hostile, the truth is hard to swallow it ll leave you scarred tomorrow
Look up the clouds is ominous, suppliers who ride around the block, it s all backwards it s identity crisis
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
You can t trust a soul in the biz, so i m reachin to the sky
Your topical norm a tropical storm, niggas love to forget Talib, you ain t promised tomorrow
