In The Mood
Kanye West Talib Kweli Lyrics
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Ladies
I got you in the mood, for an interlude
Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered rude
But let's stop talkin', 'cause it's feelin' like an interview
I know you into me, so, let me get into you
I'm always in the mood for laughin and lovin'
And puffin' and hittin' and duckin', the rippin' production
These kittens ain't muffins, just be'cause we stuff 'em in the oven
My words is drippin' off the tongue like the wax from a candle wick
I'll the way I lay down the rap, they can't handle it
Cats all sappy like romantic flicks, dude, get a clue
Like Colonel Mustard in the study with a candlestick
They holdin' hands with these dudes like they goin' steady, but
One glimpse and I know they're ready, you already know
Slipped her a note like, 'you ready to go?'
We make a getaway plan and we head for the do'! Let's go
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (uh, uh)
Navigate through the truly bizarre (Yeezy, uh-uh)
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight (woo)
You messin' up my mo', my whole mood, told you, oh
Lose, eat crews like crews like soul food
The only producer that feel like, "Fuck rappers!"
Only backpacker with a chip like hackers
Only Michael Richardson, only much blacker
So if he say nigga, then I'ma say
Is this a Ritz? Carlton? Dress like, fresh, like
Just like, I'm the shit
Uh, you ain't figured out what I'm about yet
Always rockin' that "this ain't out yet," but this ain't 'bout that
From a city where niggas plug like outlets
Far as music go, yo, it ain't no outlets
So, when I go out
Niggas always out to get me in the studio
And I ain't in the mood to flow, I'm with my girl
And I'm tryin' to hit the movies yo, and they tryna act stupid, oh
In the club with Silicone Suzie
What happened to real girls like Rudy?
With real titties like Tootie
This girl got a silicon booty
And got the nerve to act moody
Now I ain't tryin' to judge like Judy
But bitch you a man, you can't fool me
Act like 50, throw her in a pool, G
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (yeah)
Navigate through the truly bizarre (uh uh uh, uh)
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (c'mon)
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
Break it down
Uh
What?
Ah-ah, uh, uh-uh, ah
Ah-ah, uh, uh-uh, ah, yeah
Bringin' the drum, keep it funky like a stink in a slum
'Cause see they wanna breed cursin' for the things that don't come
The speakers wrong that we rap dudes speakin' in tongues
Christmas time choice for what? No we keepin' our guns
Smokin' a piff to 'cause a leak in your lungs
You ain't got shit to do like Friday when the weekend begun
Completely done with rap dudes, don't compete with the dumb
I spill my blood for my people, see how deep it can run?
I'm in the mood like Donte and Main Flow
Never comin' with the same flow, got it's change, yo
It's strange yo, to make yo chain glow, that's yo main goal
That's a facade like I'm somewhere over the rainbow
Really these cats sweeter than mangoes, Mr Bojangles-ass dudes
Dancin' around the club, doin 'the tango
Go hard like Iverson playin with hurt ankles
Plus, wrestle the topic from a different Kurt Angle (let's go)
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (c'mon)
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (c'mon)
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
Wow, that's a nice track
The song "In the Mood" by Talib Kweli featuring Kanye West and Roy Ayers is a display of smooth, laid-back hip-hop that grooves on the jazzy vibes of Roy Ayers. Talib Kweli starts the song by welcoming the listeners to his wonderful sound and then proceeds by getting into the mood with his rap verses. The lyrics allude to a night of passion with a girl, and Talib invites her to forget about talking and get up close and personal with him. Kanye West's verse takes on a different twist and talks about the struggles he faces as a rapper, the phoniness of the industry, and his need for authenticity. The song ends with a verse from another rapper named Xzibit, expressing his rage and anger towards the fakeness and corruption in the world.
The lyrics of "In the Mood" by Talib Kweli featuring Kanye West and Roy Ayers are open to interpretations. On the surface, they depict a night of passion between Talib Kweli and a girl, but the song's lyrics delve deeper to describe struggles and frustrations with the music industry and society. Talib Kweli raps about the importance of laughter, love, and relaxation and how his words flow out of him like the wax from a candle wick. Kanye West's verse takes a different approach and discusses his frustrations with the music industry's corruption and inauthenticity. He talks about his need for real connection and his desire to avoid those who just want to use him for his talent. Xzibit's verse expresses his rage and anger about the state of the world, where people are fake and corrupt, and the obsession with material possessions.
Line by Line Meaning
Yes, welcome to the wonderful sounds of Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli's music is splendid
Ladies
Addressing women
I got you in the mood, for an interlude
I'm setting the mood for intimacy
Raw like in the nude, I hope this ain't considered rude
Explicit language is used, hope it's not offensive
But let's stop talkin', 'cause it's feelin' like an interview
Small talk is awkward, let's get to the point
I know you into me, so, let me get into you
You're attracted to me, let's get intimate
I'm always in the mood for laughin and lovin'
I enjoy humor and affection
And rappin' and, and passin' the dutch and relaxin'
Also, I like rapping and smoking with friends
And puffin' and hittin' and duckin', the rippin' production
Enjoying music and partying hard
These kittens ain't muffins, just be'cause we stuff 'em in the oven
Don't underestimate or trivialize our talent and skill
My words is drippin' off the tongue like the wax from a candle wick
My words flow smoothly and naturally
I'll the way I lay down the rap, they can't handle it
The way I rap overwhelms some people
Cats all sappy like romantic flicks, dude, get a clue
Some guys act too romantic, they need to change
Like Colonel Mustard in the study with a candlestick
Making a reference to the board game Clue
They holdin' hands with these dudes like they goin' steady, but
They act like they're in a committed relationship
One glimpse and I know they're ready, you already know
They're ready for something more physical
Slipped her a note like, 'you ready to go?'
Asked her if she's ready to leave with me
We make a getaway plan and we head for the do'! Let's go
We will leave unnoticed and quickly
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars
I feel comfortable at night, I belong there
Navigate through the truly bizarre
Easily deal with the unexpected
Who we are, who we is, it's the kids that stay true to this life
Our identity is defined by our lifestyle
And if the mood is right, we gon' do it tonight
If we both feel like it, we'll have sex tonight
You messin' up my mo', my whole mood, told you, oh
You're ruining my vibe
Lose, eat crews like crews like soul food
Destroy other rappers effortlessly
The only producer that feel like, "Fuck rappers!"
The only producer who dislikes rappers
Only backpacker with a chip like hackers
The only nonconformist with unique skills
Only Michael Richardson, only much blacker
The only one like actor Michael Richardson, but darker
So if he say nigga, then I'ma say
If he uses the N-word, I will also use it
Is this a Ritz? Carlton? Dress like, fresh, like
Is this a high-end hotel? I'm stylishly dressed
Just like, I'm the shit
I'm very confident
Uh, you ain't figured out what I'm about yet
You still don't understand me
Always rockin' that "this ain't out yet," but this ain't 'bout that
Proudly wearing new clothes, but this isn't my focus
From a city where niggas plug like outlets
From a city where people sell drugs like outlets
Far as music go, yo, it ain't no outlets
There aren't many music venues where we're from
So, when I go out
When I go to performances
Niggas always out to get me in the studio
Other rappers are jealous of my success
And I ain't in the mood to flow, I'm with my girl
I don't feel like rapping, I'm spending time with my girlfriend
And I'm tryin' to hit the movies yo, and they tryna act stupid, oh
I want to watch a movie, but they're acting foolish
In the club with Silicone Suzie
A woman with breast implants in the club
What happened to real girls like Rudy?
What happened to natural girls?
With real titties like Tootie
With natural breasts
This girl got a silicon booty
This girl has plastic surgery on her butt
And got the nerve to act moody
She's also upset
Now I ain't tryin' to judge like Judy
I don't want to criticize unfairly
But bitch you a man, you can't fool me
You're transgender, I can tell
Act like 50, throw her in a pool, G
Act like 50 Cent, throw her in the pool
I wear the night like a cloak 'cause I move with the stars (yeah)
I confidently and smoothly navigate the night
Navigate through the truly bizarre (uh uh uh, uh)
Effortlessly deal with the unexpected
Bringin' the drum, keep it funky like a stink in a slum
Playing the beat, making it sound good
'Cause see they wanna breed cursin' for the things that don't come
Other rappers use profanity to seem cool
The speakers wrong that we rap dudes speakin' in tongues
The music is so loud, we can't understand each other
Christmas time choice for what? No we keepin' our guns
We won't give up our guns even at Christmas
Smokin' a piff to 'cause a leak in your lungs
Smoking marijuana makes you cough
You ain't got shit to do like Friday when the weekend begun
You don't have anything to do, like Friday evenings
Completely done with rap dudes, don't compete with the dumb
I'm sick of other rappers, don't bother with them
I spill my blood for my people, see how deep it can run?
I'm loyal and devoted to my people
I'm in the mood like Donte and Main Flow
I'm in the mood to rap with Donte and Main Flow
Never comin' with the same flow, got it's change, yo
I always switch up my style
It's strange yo, to make yo chain glow, that's yo main goal
It's weird to prioritize jewelry
That's a facade like I'm somewhere over the rainbow
It's a fake image, like Oz from Wizard of Oz
Really these cats sweeter than mangoes, Mr Bojangles-ass dudes
These rappers are too soft and weak
Dancin' around the club, doin 'the tango
Acting silly and dancing
Go hard like Iverson playin with hurt ankles
Play aggressively despite injury
Plus, wrestle the topic from a different Kurt Angle (let's go)
Change the subject, let's go to a new topic
Wow, that's a nice track
That's a great song
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jermaine Sanders, Talib Kweli
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