Talib Kweli & Styles P – Nine Point Five (feat. Sheek Louch, Jadakiss & Niko Is)

And we could throw a million protests, no one cares
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five

We gon’ kill ‘em lyrically, what he bring his weapons for?
Get the hemp paper, tear the leaf off
Still wavy Rolex on, bitch calling me cute
Or matter of fact, a few more times
You start demanding justice
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Now, who want this four-pound of knowledge I shoot?
Disappointed in the leadership, hand to God
When the truth is in the building all these lives gon’ die
Then meet us on the Seven tour
Contemplating, I be hating how we coming up short
There’s room in the bed, either at the head or the foot
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
Filling up court, my skin pigment new black thought
It’s war talk or it’s peace talk
Know hard work, took the long route
I believe in God, but [?]
How figuring angles, ways to knock the beast off
Mom’s chillin’ watching over me, no more cries
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
Ghost, but you see some Ali in his eyes

[Hook: NIKO IS]
Right now I ain’t got no more tries
Spoke like you woke but you actin’ all sleep dog
Songs I sing is prophesized, modern day Haile Selassie
You’re deceiving, is it racism in the sky?
Coke bars singing young papi

Eventually they burn us out and tell us “go somewhere”
Under pressure but over the lies
But you carry yourself way too weak
That’s the best way to keep everybody blind
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Indeed we really take the planet for granted
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
Cause like my man Chaz Van, eh the vibes don’t lie
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Justice is what love look like in public
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
It’s deep talk or street talk
Under pressure but over the lies
We planting seeds for the trees, we need to breathe on the planet
I don’t ride waves cause I’m my own tide
We plundered and we wonder why the planet hot
Shining, see the silver lining in the sky
Seventh sense, I got my sixth sense in third gear
Made in God’s image but tell me do God lie?
Made in His image, are we worshipping the man or not?
Evidence is more than the images the cameras shot
Lyrically, you gon’ get this picture like a Kodak
Me and Kweli on the rise
Man, get your hands up in the sky, wave ‘em from side to side

Hands up, stand up, what you think we reppin’ for?
We some real muthafuckas on the rise
On a highway to hell, learn how to swerve fear
Get an uncomfortable feeling every time I hear “Planet Rock”
Cause I’m twenty years plus, still killin’ it right
This Marco Polo off the Richter, man it’s 9.5
Under pressure but over the lies
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
But once I finish with the work I dip my head in a book
I tell you this, Hip Hop ain’t as dead as it looks
Fabricating on your Instagram, listen fam you a king
The wolves give a fuck about sheep talk
Ego, the feeble will always make the stride to take the strong out
You won’t hear a tear drop when a young child cries
[Hook: NIKO IS]
This is Satan’s house but we plannin’ to break the lease off
But faith in only evidence of things I’ve seen
Cause information make it harder for us to follow discussions
Hands up for some real niggas, when I rise, you rise
And I could do it two more times
No more tears, right now no more years
‘Bout to shake the world up on a nine-point-five
Pressure bust pipes but it still make diamonds
But educated guesses beat wild assumptions

Yea, personally I got my bread as a crook
You follow blind faith it make you seem unclean
Information lead to knowledge, knowledge lead to wisdom
Tell your favorite emcee to make a few more rhymes
But the love is too genuine and wholesome here
Yea I got my third eye, wish I had my third ear
The rich give a fuck about cheap talk
Stand up, hands up close to the skies
Wisdom lead to understanding, once you have all that
[Verse 4: Styles P]
What he feelin’ threatened for?
I ain’t just writing for it, I’m out here fighting for it
That’s why the light ain’t too bright but the road look clear
Telling me lies, ain’t nothing about you moving no pies
‘Cause we just get all out of character and throw some chairs
You make the earth quake, shakin’ to death like fault line
Under pressure but over the lies
Learn to be peaceful, dealt my own pride
We some real muthafuckas, don’t you know that?
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Bulldoze the granite at Standing Rock
Now when I talk about vibe, what I mean is organic
Naw, diversions to cover up the lies