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Too Late Lyricsby Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek Buy album CD: Reflection Eternal: Train Of Thought Yo When the bass thump, the place jump like it's way crunk, yeah Fake punks get they face lumped, sent to the most high by the most fit You gotta do, fuck that almost shit, the fam is close knit You diggin', know the clock don't stop tickin' Glocks still spittin', the whole block politickin' Like presidents with they minds dead on arrival Leaving no evidence of a struggle for survival Songs relevant to the times like the 'Psalms' read in The Bible Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal' It's the T to the A L I B, the deep rooter Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with Chief Buddha And see through the overspecialized, under pressurized, no lie, texturized Emcees who got the masses mesmerized With empty rhetoric, they better quit Niggas, so hollow that they echo like sentiments Nowadays rap artists coming halfhearted Commercial like pop or underground like black markets Where were you the day hip hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Kwa is chillin', Tone is chillin' What more can I say, we stay building and make killings Take children through the wilderness by the hand It's a great feeling, show 'em how to be a man Exactly, pack trees in my khakis, my sound fat like a knee While you thin like a Mackey C'mon, shine so bright when I walk by You gotta squint like the motherfucking sun in your eye What! Say something, you stay fronting It ain't nothing, let off like I'm big game hunting Me and Tek stay way blunted Wave running on beaches with white sand with a slight tan Smack the mic stand with my right hand when I'm excited Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it On fire like property lost to riots Yo, ain't no stopping us when we all united Nowadays rap artists coming halfhearted Commercial like pop or underground like black markets Where were you the day hip hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late, too late Is it too late, too late, Is it too late, too late Is it too late, too late, too late, too late
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