His name is Arabic, meaning 'the seeker' or 'student of truth and knowledge'. His parents were both college professors: his mother an English professor, his father a sociology professor. As a youth, he was drawn to Afrocentric rappers, such as De La Soul and other members of the Native Tongues Posse and in 1995 began recording with producer Hi-Tek and rapper Mos Def who he met at central park, and later attended New York University with. With Mos Def (together the pair were known as Black Star), Kweli achieved some mainstream success with Mos Def & Talib Kweli Are Black Star (1998). Also noted are Kweli and Mos' central input on Rawkus Records' compilation album Soundbombing (1997). Soundbombing also include collaborations between Kweli and DJ Hi Tek as Reflection Eternal. Together they released Train of Thought in 2000, which sold better than most alternative hip hop albums at the time. He has since released a critically acclaimed solo debut, Quality in 2002. In 2004, he released his second solo album, The Beautiful Struggle. His third solo album Ear Drum was released on August 21st, 2007.
Kweli has created his own record label, Blacksmith Records and has recently signed acclaimed female rapper Jean Grae, with rumors continuing to grow that underground veteran MF Doom is the next artist to be picked up. He left Geffen Records and has signed with the Warner Music Group.
He has since broken through slightly more towards the mainstream, thanks in large part to several appearance on the comedy show Chappelle's Show, both solo and with long-time collaborator Mos Def, this is due to a friendship between the host and creator of the show, comedian Dave Chappelle and the rapper. He also had a guest spot on friend and frequent collaborator Kanye West's widely successful debut album The College Dropout on the track "Get 'Em High". West has also produced some of Kweli's songs, including his biggest commercial hit "Get By". Kweli can also be seen in a commercial for the NCAA's Big Ten Conference, rapping about the league's basketball teams. Talib Kweli provided the voice for the main character, Trane, in the video game Marc Ecko's Getting Up, released in 2006.
Ridin'
Talib Kweli Lyrics
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Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang
Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang
Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
'Cause that's just what the master did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Fuck a 'Creek, I care
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what pledge
There's a stank up in the Bush
Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, click the bottles
Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, stand tall
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly RoyceWhatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
Yo, niggas is not original
Niggas follow the radio
Niggas think if you blow
Then you gotta be on the TV show
Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and shit on you
'Cause see you do what they do
They know freedom is powerful
Niggas is very visual
If we see it, we think it's true
Very few niggas make a move
And even less'll see it through
Crackas make up the chemicals
Then they call us the criminals
Crackas make all the loot
And we just get the residuals
Niggas will rob and shoot on you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbecues
Niggas sing the blues
That's reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say gawd is you
Niggas ain't really hearing you
Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if you don't unionize
Then you'll probably die
I hate callin' niggas, niggas
So I'ma take it backwards
But I got now love for Whithey
I love callin 'em crackas
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'
Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor
And they policies, my philosophies
Show you that the block is a part of me
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge beef
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly
Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Who's got my back when the cops harass me
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or with the Caddie
When they call you, nigga they scared of you
They fearin' you so actually
If crack is gone, be fearing niggas
Then that's what the fuck I have to be now
It's a badge of honor
And some say that shit's absurd
It's more than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a bird
Pass it down through generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
The first generation of muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it proud
Country niggas or city niggas
Tupac niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi niggas
We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the shit
He'll still get punched right in the mouth
Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
You see, all they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
The lyrics of "Ridin'" by Talib Kweli featuring David Banner and Dead Prez discuss the struggles and injustices faced by Black Americans. The first verse touches on the history of violence and brutality towards Black people, with references to the physical mutilation of slaves and the legacy of Nat Turner's rebellion. The second verse addresses issues of oppression and freedom, calling out the hypocrisy of those in power and the struggles of the Black community. The chorus brings together a sense of unity, stating that despite differences in backgrounds and circumstances, they are all "ridin'."
The song is a powerful commentary on the Black experience in America, and the artists bring their own unique perspectives and styles to the mix. Talib Kweli is known for his thoughtful and conscious lyrics, while David Banner has a more aggressive and confrontational approach. Dead Prez blend political activism with a strong focus on Hip-Hop culture, and all three artists come together in "Ridin'" to create a truly impactful message.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm from a place
I come from a location
Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang
Where you have to display your strength and assertiveness
Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Where white oppressors would mutilate your body
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang
In order to leave you exposed and vulnerable
Right there in front of the kids
In plain sight of the young ones
I might as well split your wig
I might as well harm you violently
'Cause that's just what the master did
Because that's what the slaveowner did
But now I'm the new Nat Turner
But now I am a symbol of resistance and rebellion like Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Educating and inspiring the younger generation
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Similar to Sojourner Truth, spreading the truth and advocating for change
Fuck a 'Creek, I care
Disregard political correctness, I actually care
But you in doubts and go 'Woof'
But you hesitate and pretend to be tough
He ain't dead, what pledge
He is not dead, what promise or commitment
There's a stank up in the Bush
There's something suspicious or corrupt in the political system
Or a stank up in the White House
Or a similar stench of corruption in the seat of power
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Engaging in pointless arguments and it's worthless
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Here in Chicago, but notice the high and low aspects of life
Warriors come play, click the bottles
Warriors gather and celebrate, raise a toast
Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
Load the AK-47s, fire at the Ku Klux Klan
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
With the group of fighters or the other two members of Dead Prez (M-1 and stic.man)
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
The bodies of the fallen displayed like a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, stand tall
You are an adult, man, show strength and perseverance
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Doesn't it hurt because you are not truly perceived as a person of African descent?
Country boys, city boys
Rural and urban individuals
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Luxury cars like Cadillacs and Rolls-Royces
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Anything is acceptable as long as we stick together
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
Attractive women, individuals from disadvantaged neighborhoods
On the boulevard, in the avenue
On the main streets, in the city
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'
The journey is difficult now that we are united
Yo, niggas is not original
Hey, individuals are not being authentic
Niggas follow the radio
People mimic what they hear on the radio
Niggas think if you blow
People believe that if you achieve success
Then you gotta be on the TV show
Then you must appear on a television program
Crackas is hypocritical
White people are contradictory
Crackas will rob and shit on you
White people will steal from and disrespect you
'Cause see you do what they do
Because you imitate their behavior
They know freedom is powerful
They are aware that freedom is potent
Niggas is very visual
People are easily influenced by what they see
If we see it, we think it's true
If we witness something, we believe it's factual
Very few niggas make a move
Very few individuals take action
And even less'll see it through
And even fewer will follow through with their intentions
Crackas make up the chemicals
White people create the harmful substances
Then they call us the criminals
Then they label us as the wrongdoers
Crackas make all the loot
White people accumulate all the wealth
And we just get the residuals
And we only receive the leftovers
Niggas will rob and shoot on you
People will rob and shoot at you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
White people will detonate a bomb on you
Niggas is having funerals
People are attending funerals
Crackas is having barbecues
White people are having leisurely gatherings
Niggas sing the blues
People express their sorrow and hardship
That's reminicin' the spiritual
That's reminiscent of the spiritual experience
But when you say gawd is you
But when you say 'God is within you'
Niggas ain't really hearing you
People are not truly listening to you
Crackas like to capitalize
White people like to take advantage
Them crackas a lie
They are deceiving
They say if you don't unionize
They claim that if you don't form a union
Then you'll probably die
Then you are likely to perish
I hate callin' niggas, niggas
I dislike using the term 'nigga' to refer to people
So I'ma take it backwards
So I am going to reverse it
But I got now love for Whithey
But I have no love for derogatory terms towards white people
I love callin 'em crackas
I prefer using the term 'crackas'
Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
Yes, I refer to myself as a 'real nigga'
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor
Because Kweli expresses himself genuinely
And they policies, my philosophies
And their actions align with my beliefs
Show you that the block is a part of me
Demonstrate that the neighborhood is an integral part of who I am
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
Freedom fighter like Richard Carter is
It's deep how the street knowledge beef
It's profound how street wisdom conflicts
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
Because it flowed through me like a code
It's practical, not scholarly
It's pragmatic, not academic
Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Now, why do I refer to myself as a 'nigga', you inquire
Who's got my back when the cops harass me
Who supports me when the police intimidate me
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
Whether it's New York, Los Angeles, or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or with the Caddie
Can use public transportation or drive a Cadillac
When they call you, nigga they scared of you
When they refer to you as a 'nigga' they are afraid of you
They fearin' you so actually
They are genuinely afraid of you
If crack is gone, be fearing niggas
If drugs disappear, they would start fearing black people
Then that's what the fuck I have to be now
Then that's what I am forced to become now
It's a badge of honor
It's a symbol of honor
And some say that shit's absurd
And some argue that it's ridiculous
It's more than just a word
It's more significant than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a bird
We transform the matter as if it's a bird in flight
Pass it down through generations
Hand it down to future generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
Then scold you and shout it proudly
The first generation of muthafuckas
The inaugural group of individuals
To grab our nuts and say it proud
To boldly assert ourselves
All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
All they have prepared for you is a prison cell, my friend
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
They desire your death or imprisonment devoid of resistance, my friend
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
In the streets, it resembles hell, my friend
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga
But we will rise above and live prosperously, my friend
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: CLAYTON ANGELO GAVIN, ERNEST C. JR. FRANKLIN, LAURENT P. ALFRED, LAVELL W. CRUMP, LAVONNE ALFORD, TALIB KWELI GREENE, VIJAY SRINIVAS IYER, CLAYTON GAVIN, ERNEST FRANKLIN, TALIB GREENE, Lavell Crump
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@lmoore7942
David Banner is a very intelligent bro & he got the right artist on this track Dead Prez,&Talib Kweli. All my brother's who play proffesional sports should listen to this before every game. True Facts!
@AbbottSupreme
u already know Dead Prez ma peeps!!..sick!!..
@MizzsMadSickYaDigg
i luv this song!
@QobSha
david banner's best song
@chinita41
Nice clip and love the pics:)
@TheFrosty31768
god will tell you, he spit from the soul...
@xreb2008
great selection of pics, the song is damn raw
@elbunker222
Dope dope dope st8 up and down
@lilram81
PREACH!!!
@cclark120
HOT as always! 2018!