Strangers (Paranoid) - Talib Kweli, Hi-Tek, Bun B

Yeah, beca-ca, beca-ca, because I’m paranoid

Beca-ca, beca-ca, because I’m paranoid

Beca-ca, beca-ca, because I’m paranoid

Hey, hey, yeah!

No boundaries, no borders, we crossin many waters

Them haters can’t ignore us, the government record us

They used to take our sons and think it’s fun to rape our daughters … no!

Our healthcare system pitiful, that’s how hospitals' profitable

They try to put the drugs inside of you, lie to you, say that you gonna die

tomorrow

So why pay?

That’s not logical

See the bullshit that they try to pull?

… whoa!

They tappin laptops like a bad plot out of a bad movie, Obama say it ain’t so

In a perfect world coalition of the willing is really coalition of the rainbow

Who the enemy?

Who the friend in need?

How do you choose your target, who you aim for?

What you aim for?

… damn!

Still running with the race but I’m runnin at a pace

So fast, you collapse, gotta let it go

Wondering if my concentration on the race misplaced, turn your marks, set,

ready, go

Evolutionary flow, every luminary glow

When he show what the revolutionary know, oh!

Blaap!

Shot to make you famous, we’re in your face with bangers

About to face some danger, I just misplace my anger

The violence entertain us, rappers took the place of sangers

Mama said don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to strangers

Gotta let the people know from the get go

Bun B is a product of the ghetto

Good or bad man I just can’t let go

No I ain’t a rich man but I’m still set though

And I’m still on the grind tryin to get dough

Why the government wanna keep me in debt for?

They wanna keep me in debt for?

Look at AIG and the bailouts

Steppin on the fish just so you can help the whale out

Got his ass on 'em or should I say tail out

Need another job like a paper or a mail route

Bring the fresh fest in, take the stale out

Make it rain D.C. and I’m a pull a pail out …

Man I’m a pull a pail out, know what I’m sayin?

Cause I’m stuck in the mud like a tractor

I ain’t gotta lie plus I’m not a good actor

Bullshit laws that they enact to

Keep us locked out the big game in the back bro

I got sacked now I gotta get a sack to

Make ends meet cause the money is a factor

Oh yeah the money is a factor … damn!

Now I’m back on the block for the hustle

Used to be hot, now your boy just cold

Gotta build my bread up and my muscle

Haters talk down, sometimes it’s a tussle

But the smoke gonna clear and the dust’ll settle

Now it’s like Def Jam with no Russell

Like Def Jam with no Russell … We’ll be alright though