- Song Name: Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)
- Artist Name: Talib Kweli
- Album: Eardrum
- Songwriters: Didier Marouani, Justin Smith, Paul Greedus, Talib Kweli Greene
- Release Date: 2007.08.14
- Label: Warner Bros.
LYRICS FOR "Hostile Gospel, Pt. 1 (Deliver Us)"
Deliver us
Deli-i-i
(Deliver us)
And what the people say? We wanna live it up
(Deliver)
And what the people want? Please deliver us
(Deli-i-i
And what the people need? Hey
I call these rappers Baby Seals
'Cause they club you to death
I could call em' Navy SEALs
'Cause they government feds
What become of the vets?
They drugged up
There ain't no love and no respect
It's like a gang
Hip hop's the new WWF
What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggas love to forget
We got til it's gone
Your topical norm a tropical storm
Back to the topic we on
They couldn't find the words to describe me
So they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?
An entertainer or the author of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse
We got maybe ten years left say meteorologists
We still waitin' for the Congress to acknowledge this
Deliver us
(What the people want? Please deliver us)
Deliver
(We wanna live it up
Deli-i-i
(T-t-this is the
Deliver us
(I'm reaching through the fire
Deliver
(I'm preaching to the choir
Deli-i-i
(Just keep it real with us
(Your words rung hollow
You ain't promised tomorrow
You can't always just borrow and asks for favors
Stand on your own two
Karma's a b**** so watch your mouth and what you sayin'
I start a conversation based on general observation
Hip hop is not a nation
Niggas got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan
Awaitin' trial
Am I a victim or just a product of indoctrination?
They exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement
You hear the congregation
The truth is hard to swallow
'Keep it honest'
I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
DJ's stickin' to vinyl like f*** Serato
Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models
Ballin' like he struck the lotto
A nigga keep it rich with the stitch and Greedy Geniuses
I'm not a hipster
Expose the game
Smack fire out these hoes
Wires while I plead the fifth
Be careful who you eatin' with and sleepin' with
And also who you chiefin' with
You never know
Deliver us
(What the people want? Please deliver us)
Deliver
(We wanna live it up
Deli-i-i
(T-t-this is the
Deliver us
(I'm reaching through the fire
Deliver
(I'm preaching to the choir
Deli-i-i
(Just keep it real with us
(Your words rung hollow
Freedom's a road that's seldom traveled
Right before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle
The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water
And not take the hand of every man who make an offer
To black kids wishin' they white kids when they close they eyelids
Like
White kids wishin' they black kids
It's all backwards
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to bite us
Drug suppliers is the health care providers
Cakin' makin' narcotics outta household products
We ain't workin' out 'til we exorcise the demons that's inside us
Plus they seem to just provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves
Enough dope to slang ourselves
It's officially nigga season
That's why I'm spittin' freedom
Deliver us
(People wanna live it up
Deliver
(We wanna live it up
Deli-i-i
(T-t-this is the
Deliver us
(I'm reaching through the fire
Deliver
(I'm preaching to the choir
Deli-i-i
(Just keep it real with us
(Your words rung hollow
In these trying days and times
All I need is to be free
I can't do it on my own
Lord
There are trials still to come
It's salvation that I need
So I'm reaching to the sky
Lord
Deliver us
Deli-i-i
Deliver us
Deli-i-i
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