We Got The Beat - Talib Kweli, Res

Yeah!

Come on!

What it is

It’s the P-l-a-n-e-t R-o-c-k

Kweli, BK, c’est la vie

You could tell I be hell-a-free like college radio

WQHT gonna play me though

This hot shit is to fly like the cockpit

Got spit like a french kiss chicks lock lips

Coming from the deep black like the Loch Ness

Now bring apocalypse like the heart of darkness

It’s like the heart of the artist become a target

Pop music is the black market

Recently we witness bizarre shit

The war hit the same time as SARS hit

Terrorists send bombs at the concert

The show must go on yo regardless

I’m just some hip-hop kid to pop shit

And get on some rock shit and start a mosh pit

Yeah

We got the beat to make the planet roooccccckkk

(Come on, Come on)

Yeah, Come on

We got the beat to make the planet rooocccckkkk

(Come on, Come on)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We got the planet to rock, Kweli’s standing on top

I’m like a panther when I answer to cops

And bust back before the man get a shot

And the blood on their veins run cold like the cannibal ox

And bring heat like the blood of the mammal that’s hot

And keep fighting like the boy with the mechanical heart

And watch time count down on the hands of the clock

Till the hour when the pinnacle start

Wow, and go fast like the bullet that ran through the dark

The hollow tip ripped a man apart, blaow

Yo these soldiers die in petroleum wars

Think they fighting for the holliest cause

It don’t matter if you Muslim, Hebrew, or you a Christian

Information is the newest religion, is a true way of living

Ain’t no rule to a surpestition stop me with going through with my mission

Come on man

Come on get down, get down, get down, get down

Go ladies, go, go, go ladies, go, go

Come on all my ghetto people stand strong

We rocking on and on

One for me, now rocking with the best and is Kweli

You ain’t no MC like me, you just a clone like KFC

Come on, B-Boys, B-Girls, we rocking the world

Don’t belive niggas running the place

Man everything is dangerous nothing is safe, nigga

Think you a man with a gun in your waist

Let the cops disrespect you right in front of your face

Take it out on your girl, punch her in the face

You ain’t a thug you a waste of space

Nigga get out the way, B-boys gonna rock till the break!

How much can a planet take

(Repeat until end)

We got the beat…