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Mood Nuclear Hip-Hop Here are the song lyrics for Nuclear Hip-Hop by Mood. For more excellent Mood lyrics, run a search! Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com [Talib Kweli] Transmittin. [Donte] Unorthodox, out of proportion Slop, nuclear hip-hop Tell the feds I'ma hidden underground warhead And when we go to Armageddon, I'll leave more dead You can kill what's killed, innocent ain't guilt I feel like pissin on your bed on that american quilt Keep my head at the tilt, ten is not what you spilt The kids still can believe these pyramids I built How Niagara Falls, what time death calls I shoot the gift and I'm still like a myth to y'all Pitfall, get on your knees and crawl Through the leaves, as steady, as he goes Y'all ain't ready for these flows Graphic, 3-D-O's lyrically CD's pose With the flash out your nose, like some fresh kilos I devour, your energy feild like powder Meteor shower slayin, decayin meteor power [Talib Kweli] I fly in, in the decked of the deckedets My presense be evacuate, in the presidents residence They never seen evidence of somethin like this Ever since the big bang theory And that's just a theory, hear me Fallout shelters, and the heat swelters Main book me a flight on Delta (You's a flight outta town) I seen the plan as clear as an Azima They got the CIA, the NAS, FBI, and FEMA Darsika you and the baby stay with Cheryl While I find an underground spot, I know of several I'm comin of age, and my special powers are showin Babylonian towers is blowin away in the wind I clense like showers, the sins from men They bugged everyone of my kin, I'm not sure what's happenin [Chorus] 2x Nuclear hip-hop, non-stop (non-stop) Non-stop, non stop... (Continue to rock unorthodox) [Talib Kweli] They sayin the rhymes that I write is unforgetable And the styles I bust, is to mysteriously luxurious and lushious Like shots to the vein, the high rushes Straight to your brain, your focus is in my clutches As much as you pretend somethin such as your end Won't happen for awhile, you are livin in denial You were born, from liberated moms abscorn My family's torn, I'm the third eye of this hip-hop storm In my energy feild, phony men'll be killed Some of my files top secret, with the government seal Now they own us, cuz they want us, to be goners This is the time, who is the warner? We been preparing our techs in the van And Rampage is steering, let's make this jam Doing backwards changes moods on the land [Main Flo] My land survives plans like a stand Nuclear like 1945 in Japan I foreign aid my conflicts with porn raids When my snoring days were roaring like soaring grenades My average plot, took me to established spots Ravage docks, take control like Tavey Stocks Just mind control torque aight Wanna break with contacts, with mental cord, jackin four right I'll make you cough more {*coughs*} With long term effects just like the Gulf War Not purse Benon, but I sensed the charge For war in the east, when I lynched the guards Teams flips, money's king, assassination teams was clean Like Gipsapp ravines Regime caps, Korean gaps, was freein blacks A way out, had me seein traps [Donte] Yea, so I came in the forms of migraines And torn by brain fly crane style, I drain Habec pals Poppin all se-niles, with these for being foul Man enough to carry cuffs, man enough to stand trial You feel guilty by association When I capture your mind, then the rest'll motivate ya My brain is a weapon strong enough to hold a nation While balancing, galaxies and planets You can't understand it, while you out in seas stranded Visualize, infinite individual eyes When they realize the way we make the spiritual riiiissseee [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Non stop..
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