Talib Kweli – Radio Silence (feat. Amber Coffman & Myka 9)


Born this way, woke up like this
Tryna get far away from inhalin’ them chemtrails

Born this way, Capricorn, L.A
So I’m lookin’ for a wall to spray
I ain’t know you like to get wet, dog, like Denzel
When I’m fuckin’ up program directives: that’s radio violence
You could picture me rollin’
It’s all for the silver and gold
[Instrumental break]

How can I tell if you under a spell
You could picture me holdin’
[Chorus: Amber Coffman]
Refuse to beholden to your racist image of a Black man
Did the Fake You kill you?
I’m pressin’ issues, its business that’s mixed with pleasure

What makes me think you would love me?
You were the one who wants to slow me down
I’m off fire, water, elixir of liquor, with soft or hard core drugs in my system
I’m proud to say no aborted torment to my rejection
Just drifting, gifting through this mortal coil
What makes me think you would love me?
They hype it up like marketers, sparklin’ like a fish scale
You were the one who wants to slow me down

Because I feel like I’m swimmin’ on an island
Look at the various sizes of giants in Egyptian pictures
Better learn how to walk this way
Ain’t no spoken word could ever describe how the flow get better
What makes you want to attack me?
Gotta write what I’m livin’ in graffiti
Born this way, the universe wasn’t formed in a day
Pour black white sexy texture of lovers like jungle fever
During this clone war for dna
I’m a criminal when you’re around
We battin’ down the hatchets and we set sail
I’m a criminal when you’re around
Fuck a phone, I got a chip on my neck that’s a close call
With mystic lessons from the sage
Kiss my entire colon
Which one is the Real You?
Miffed, dismayed, and somewhat befuddled
[Verse 3: Myka 9]
Castigated for being honest
In physics you should explore and visit more
We home, let’s go
Exquisite shores and districts, take a breather
Energy, books, messages read them scriptures
I struggled to hustle and come up when the blood corpuscle boils

Shifting from the essence uplifting in the presence
Man this middle-of-the-road shit really getting old
You could never picture me foldin’
The midpoint between science and religion
Turn the lights off, see how we glow in the dark
I kissed death in the face
And my daughter Aja lecture selections in musical meters
Is tryna find out what the meaning of life is
Or we growin’ apart or tryna survive the flood like we in Noah’s Ark
Wild zebras to make this fetus brother
It’s plizness to play and get paid
Caught bail like a Castaway
Formed from the clay existing
I know, we back
I feel I’m cursed, so I talk this way
Check it out
I don’t know it’s still you
Try to walk with faith, but it’s hard
I know, we back
Bethlehem, even eden and mu testaments heaven-sent
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
It’s criminal
Great mind, even though the legacy is stolen
Sicker desire to be delivered wisdom
California spoiled a blessing
The son of my father, I want to hear my one Shawki
On the day of January 15

We’re just the latest reproduction created out of pure star dust And made in his image but God is greatest!
No identity complex, it gets left in its place
Good enough to offer to God as a sacrifice
Blissed up my first breath in outer space
What makes you want to attack me?
Stonehenge endured the mathematics of Mayans
When them super soakers get let off it don’t end well
What more could I say?
King his dream torn from a warm womb Dr.
You are descendant of natural leaders extended from before the nephilim
Better pass the mic in the afterlife
If so let me spit flows
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
[Chorus: Amber Coffman]
Born again like I passed away
When I’m gettin’ introspective: that’s radio silence
Till’ you chasin’ a high like Captain Ahab after that big whale
We home, let’s go
Praise the lord and pray, we the children of God
The gun’s our sunflower seed – we love to spit shells
Believe in your epic eye memory
It’s the hood hieroglyphics
I live on the edge, I’ll send you a postcard
My intel says they makin’ people out of the stem cells
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
You can tell you in the ghetto from the litter in the road
October 3rd, ‘75, my birth is a blessing
You should know more about the donors confessing my dulah from prenatal
And megalithic structures evidence frequencies vedas