Learn Truth (ft. Talib Kweli) by R.a. The Rugged Man
[Intro]
Take a piece of America back
It's called truth...
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
We the last of the vintage flowers, we carry it on our shoulders
I keep my friends close and the devils a lot closer
When the freedom riders approach 'em, they appetizers for vultures
Soldiers of fortune are never no match for soldiers of culture
My flow is so fucking honest, you said you wanted to hear it
You're lying, 'cause all you wanted was for me to lift up your spirits
The truth is too fucking ugly, and trust me, the shit's got layers
So touch me, you think you tough?
I'll leave you as toothless as rugby players
I'm sufi to soothsayers, discussing the true saviors
We move with the gangsters, you niggas sweeter than fruit flavours
The booth slayer, proving it's futile to hide from us
You misguided as missiles or suicide bombers
Taking orders from the Mullah, waiting for the karma to pull up
These stones are no match for bullets, Israeli ratchets are fuller
Got 'em racing to meet Allah like they're chasing away the cop car
Like there's honor in being a martyr and the terrorists are the rock stars
Dodging the Abu Dhabi or dodging the paparazzi
Still probably as popular as swastikas for Nazis
The cops protect the property properly when they crack your heads
Murderers get as cocky as Persius when the cracker dead
I wonder what be running through these crackers' heads?
And why niggas is spilling more blood
than Cinicannti caps with the black and red
I'll take an Actifed, go back to bed, allergic to the fumes
I'm having a funeral for the news 'cause the facts is dead
And trust is gone from the neo-cons to Barack Obama
America eats its young from Casey Anthony to the Octomom
Fix it and mix it up like marshall law for the octagon
I spit the fire 'til we burn down Babylon
[Bridge]
Take a piece of America back
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