[Album Intro]

Good morning niggas

Good morning, good afternoon, goodnight

Whatever time zone you are listening along to this hot mellow shit

Make sure you get your ass up and go do some shit

Let this music get in your ass and make you move fast

And don’t be late to class with your late ass

This is a hot compilation called The Cathedral

By my main man, my ace, my mellow fellow, Talib Kweli Greene

Ha ha ha, speak on it God

And if you didn’t hear me the first time I said it

Muthafuckin’ speak on it God

[Song Intro]

Peace to the Gods, peace Allah

It’s like anoth- peace to the Gods, peace Allah

It’s like anoth- peace to the Gods, peace Allah

It’s like anoth- peace to the Gods, peace Allah

It’s like another day

Like yesterday, we take it back to another day

[Verse]

The attribute Kweli, ain’t no acronym involved

It’s a blessing to be alive, God is love

So I proceed to civilize the uncivilized

That we despise because they killas of the vibe

These capitalistic rappers is plastic, obey they masters

Your hustle kill your people then your hustlin’ is backwards

You the maker not the owner of your dream and

Man it hurts the devil couldn’t have planned it better

You couldn’t have planned it worse

Call my son, son, cause he shine when he smile the sun

Distance from the Earth is like 93 millions miles

Beat up the track like a pugilist

I come correct I never sell out on the foolishness, who is tis?

Put the money in my hand, never the grown ass man in the club doin’ the new dance

I keep it grounded, stay true to my sound

They throwin’ rocks but them niggas never comin’ for the crown

Slain of those who fight for what is right

You not owed and you never promised nothin’ in this life

Married to the block but you gotta renew your vows

I see the devil smile as you walkin’ down the aisle

For the dollas now we facin’ extermination

But I have knowledge of my self-determination

Criminalisation of an entire generation

Mass incarceration’s a muthafuckin’ bad situation

The knowledge and the wisdom is your power

I see God in myself

I won’t diss the next rapper you just hafta pay your dues

Fuck a rapper, I compete with James Baldwin and a Lagston Hughes

So my baby’s born to think this is the way of us

They take the babies from the fathers so it ain’t no trust

They say they want the new self-destruction

But ask ‘em what they payin’ and they sayin nothin’

They put they people before us (murderer)

They say this land ain’t ours (murderer)

But when you focus on compassion that’ll lead to your understandin’

(Facts only, facts only)

Know your freedoms (murderer)

Try to live righteous (murderer)

The nigga Kweli been droppin’ knowledge since Washington Square park cyphers

Speak on it God