Ghetto Afterlife Lyrics

Ghetto Afterlife lyrics

[Talib Kweli]

 These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government

 Don't matter if you independent, democrat or republican

 Niggaz politickin the street, get into beef

 Start blastin, now a new cat is executive chief

 With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo' seat

 Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never passin in your sleep

 like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole plan

 to conquer territories like Europeans who stole land

 The future of your whole fam' hang in the balance

 You the king, and your block is the palace

 Y'all niggaz is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable

 Keep your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two

 Get mad, who the fuck are you?  What you gonna do?

 Exactly what I thought - NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin

 you the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you can't be in

 My words is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian

 

 {*scratched* "Let's stop right here (??)"}

 	{"So you think that I'm a fool.."}

 {"Ayy man.. (??)"}

 

 Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap

 

 [T] It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife

 Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight

 [K] Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light

 When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife

 

 [Talib Kweli]

 Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin

 Chicks gettin money is still ghetto

 Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto

 Your team let the metal burst before you take an L

 you raised in hell, let the dust settle first

 Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent

 Shit happens huh, a man's respected by his actions

 It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma

 while the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat

 You don't know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself

 Relate to rap niggaz cause they writin what you felt

 You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran

 We suck the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine

 We benefit from niggaz in tenements, dyin for benjamins

 So bad that they know they own coffin measurements

 Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be hesistant

 or fall victim to the element, word is bond

 

 "So while y'all keep on fakin the funk,

  we gonna keep on walkin through the darkness carryin our torches"

 	-> DJ Premier

 {*scratched* "I'ma give-give-give it to-to you straight"

 "Straight up and down!" -> DJ Premier

 

 Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap

 

 [T] Just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife

 Where you just seen or heard about or gonna have to fight

 [K] Where they sacrifice the life and niggaz see flashes of light

 When you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife

 

 [Kool G. Rap]

 Niggaz get caught up in the struggle

 End up in court in trouble, sportin a bubble

 Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble

 Hit the blocks with a portion to double

 Flip and get tossed in the huddle

 Police with one piece short of the puzzle

 It's a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle

 and the G's'll make your knees buckle

 Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle

 Cheese double but all the speedy niggaz bleed puddles

 Make the headlines; some try to escape the fed time

 Phone taps on direct lines - tec-9's with the red shine

 Jake climbin through the bedroom blinds

 Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs

 Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck time

 One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime

 Pieces of hot lead left in your mind

 One slug to the left of your spine

 Forever late to rest on the shrine

 

 {"So you think that I'm a fool.."}