Letra de ' The Right to Love Us (feat. Talib Kweli & Mac Miller) ' de Madlib

Center of the world? Africa

Up in the tree by the motherland since I was little
Got a warrior's mask from Nairobi that's so official
On my wall in between the rifle I copped from the jebels
And the samurai swords I got from Beatrix Kiddo
Yesterday, I packed my bags and left the crib-o
Caught a flight to Tanzania, hopped out in the middle
Of the Serengeti plains with the lions and the hippos
Visit the tribe of Maasai, I admire how they live too
I'm too spoiled by convenience, we argue and we quibble
I tell 'em that I'm free, I'm 'bout as free as Solomon with a fiddle
Headed to Dar es Salaam to wet my whistle
Found a waterin' hole, shorty eyein' my zippo
Like, what you tryin' to get into? I play with it when I'm pensive
I sent her a Macallan, she returned it all defensive, like
You could've pretended like it takes more than a 'spensive type whiskey to make me spend the night

Uh
Ready to get out of here?
Me too

I'm finna light the blunt up
My lady always hold me down, it's lookin' like a come-up
Our women fightin' for the right to love us
Justice is what love look like in public
My lady always on the frontline, providin' cover
Never gun shy about a paper like a bounty hunter
Justice is what love look like in public
Justice is what— uh

Yeah, these are Sounds of the Earth tones
Alcoholic dad, carpenter to my bird home
How they come from birth stones?
Then I'm fallin' through a wormhole, Geronimo, oh
I could for sure go to Hell 'cause I feel the fire on my torso
Shoot up the award show
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom
Boom-boom-boom-boom
Yeah, the last stragglers, on your head like mad hatters
Abstract ever, bullies to you backpackers
Goin' crazy, detoxin' at the Nutcracker
Flexible bitch, she let me fuck backwards, what matters?
Land of the blunt passers, land of the drug dealers
Unreal, rollin' up ether in the corn meal
Stand behind the force field
Raps are unlimited, it's not definitive, infinite arithmetic

I'm finna light the blunt up
My lady always hold me down, it's lookin' like a come-up
Our women fightin' for the right to love us
Justice is what love look like in public
My lady always on the frontline, providin' cover
Never gun-shy about a paper like a bounty hunter
Justice is what love look like in public
Justice is what— uh