rightful8912's video: Talib Kweli feat Bahamadia - Chaos

this song is from the 1999 "SoundBombing 2" on Rawkus Records....Kweli's rhymes are blazin' and Bahamadia's flow is really smooth... Lyrics: [Talib Kweli] We your rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon of light out of the chaos cuttin down overzealous players who stare we're the winners of the game Walk in we'l prepared climbin the stairways to heaven while you scared of the people livin under ground heard the sound of the clap made you wonder If it was a gun the crowd or some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my steez (C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme They just babies, I snatch em out they incubators Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard like Darth Vader Hard as candy and suck like Now or Laters After a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR [Bahamadia] Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages Release what I hold save it through my book of rhyme pages Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from dead sea The cadence off and on like the motion of Tai Chi Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect, Eternally Science to a remedy to help and get my people free, but little support, got my thesis on freeze My only option's doin bootlegs for the Japanese Get about eight G's, a heavy buzz overseas Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and do what I believe, cause down to the chromosomes I'm a purist to this artform Enlighten who I touch and let the world catch on [Talib Kweli + Bahamadia] Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous players who stare, we're the winners of the game Walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways to heaven while you scared of the people livin under- -ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger [Bahamadia] Oppose for the nine, how no content sections of the earth Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verse My cells begin to peak at least a hundred thousand hertz Meanin my joint's prevalent in Fat Beats and Footworks I cater to these markets first, cause they gravitate to me And appreciate the vision of what I do musically [Talib Kweli] Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!! I walked in and they stared, see how they screwin me Break you down, til you ain't the man you used to be Domination of my jurisdiction, people's addiction to lies It blurs the lines between the fact and fiction Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin You start to hate the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson [Bahamadia] Majors they try to hold me captive but mine are figure factions But the foundation of hip-hop hold my braincells for ransom I chance none, fuck them spots on charts and number one If it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious when the time comes This grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted ankles Experience is missable, so I approach it from all angles and inject some substance deep inside of rap's core Take an MC and back to where it was before [Talib Kweli] Call us Liberty like the Bell of Philadelphia scenery Me and Bahama-D, style free like Mumia need to be Seein me, feelin me, we right here on the level Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, exposin the devil Lyrical olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medal Take that bass out yyour voice you talk to me in treble I'm _Serious_ as Steady B so you know I ain't playin I'm stimulatin, makin crowds MOVE like organizations in Philly Keep it positive, my prerogative is exercise See through the chaos with my third eye Word I exhibit the exquitiness, since a child I was vivid Throw your hands in the air if you with it, dig it [Talib Kweli + Bahamadia] Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down overzealous players who stare, we're the winners of the game Walk in well prepared, climbin the stairways to heaven while you scared of the people livin under- -ground heard the sound of the clap, made you wonder If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger