Letra de 'Rare Portraits' de Talib Kweli

Gravitas, light it up
Lighten it up, brighten it up, yeah
You want the grown step your bars up
You brag about the ...them killers lighten your cars up
Welcome to the complete history of the one known as Talib Kweli!

Such a blessing, I'm making the bread ...
Descendant of Terra Firma, I'm from the era of legend
The blind to my eyesight, too scared of the world ending
My men of spiritual essence be walking right into Heaven.
Ascending without the stairs, expressing without the fears
We diamonds but our minds are corrupted just like De Beers
Unraveling minds, travelling through time like bandoliers
Standing with the flow like the man in the gondolier
In the park of Washington Square, locks in my hair
Louder than the bull horns we was locking 'em there
Cops would prepare to lock us up
They was scared like tales from the dark side
Summer of the Central Park five!
1989 was the number, the year that I started rhyming
From Brooklyn to Staten Island them Decepticons was wilding
Music soothing but the imagery violent as bomb threats
Therapy for the prison industrial complex.
Provided the context for the crime with the tec nine
At Brooklyn Tech I spit it the best so they had to respect mine
I did it to death on my grind on a quest to get signed
Sort of like the tribe would always suggest we check the rhyme.
An internal with Puff Daddy, in front of the buffed patio
Rolling with Hi Tech in the MPV through the streets of the....
Before graduating to Caddies was carrying crates
Shout out to Flex all day doing records with John Forte.
We was standing outside the tower devouring prey
Powerful display of bullet points that we shower and spray the block with
Back in them salad days these rappers was appetizers
I played it like I was David, I was tackling that Goliath.
Attacking the open mics to the victory was decisive
This life it was so enticing, my surgery so precise.
I would chop it like thin slices at parties we politic
At the country club, lighting up dutches with Pac and Big.
At the crib of supernatural battling back and forth
Back before Jean was in the unsigned hype in the back of The Source.
Rest in peace to ... son... was liking to call you son,
Cause you mine I call you son, cause you shine
What's up ...? This is OG Brooklyn shit
Not for impostors, no, pour out a shot of vodka for them!
Big L, yeah, Big Poppa, Big Pun, yeah, 2Pac, what?

The jungle is too savage, rap true master producing the new classic
This shit is too classic, it's blow the.. of this spinal....
I started with the Rawkus Recording we work the vinyl backwards.
From ... to Loaded Lux, I'm the underground king
Like I'm rolling with Bun, invest, know what’s up.
The flow is nuts it's solid I got the golden touch
Plus my iron ... and I got the game and the cobra clutch (get it!)
This the highest caliber do the algebra
From ... to Jean Grey to Pharaoh ...
Black thought to common,
Almost 20 years after the release of Soundbombing and it still sounds timeless
I'm out and on tour with the greatest, a tribe called quest
And the De La's, opened for Jay Z and Nas, who else could say this?
In Vegas with Tech 9 getting faded before the gig
Only later to hit the RIO and hop on the stage with Prince.
True story! I always knew the importance of great shows
Since 1992 I seen Ice Cube playing ...
way cold, continue to pave the road for the Kendricks and J Coles
Continue to stake gold
From making the way for Kanye to meetings with Mr. Harry ...
All started on park benches with Dante, yeah
Predicting the future, so observant I'm clairvoyant
The frame can't contain it and I'm painting a rare portrait!